Chapter 28 Scars In The Mirror

• Rachel POV
• I knew the mask would have to fall eventually. After Celine’s words, part of me wanted to bolt, vanish, leave that place behind and never look back. But another part, softer, rawer, forced me to face reality, to swallow the poison she’d spat. I stood from the chair, legs shaky, and walked to the boutique’s bathroom, my footsteps muffled by the thick carpet.
• I wouldn’t let Celine see the weakness swallowing me—not her, with her razor-sharp confidence and venomous smiles. She hadn’t just prodded a wound; she’d torn open a scar I’d spent years hiding, exposing the raw flesh I kept even from myself.