Cara’s POV
Paul’s voice sounded low and menacing. “You either apologize properly, or I’ll remind you again why you shouldn’t mess with people like this.”
I froze, my heart beating in my chest. His words crawled under my skin, and his slap still stung on my cheek. My expression wavered for just a moment, but I wasn’t about to let them break me, not like this.
“Fine,” I spat, the bitterness coating every word. Turning toward Jolie, who stood behind Sibel, like she always did, I forced myself to face them. My body felt rigid, I was angry but I pushed the words out anyway. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have taken your dress.”
There. I said it. But of course, that wasn’t going to be enough for Sibel. I could feel her eyes on me, just waiting for a chance to humiliate me even more.