The entire backyard went silent except for a few horrified gasps.
Kira stood at the edge of the pool, laughing like she’d just nailed the joke of the century.
“Oh my God!” she said, hand over her mouth in fake shock. “I barely touched you! You’re so dramatic. It was an accident!”
But her eyes were bright with satisfaction. She wasn’t sorry. She was thrilled.
Colin rushed over and hauled me out. “Megan, are you okay?” he asked, furious.
My dad looked pale. “What happened?”
“Ask Kira,” I said quietly.
My stepmom, shaking, snapped, “Kira, did you push her?”
Kira laughed. “Oh my God, relax! I barely touched her. Maybe the dress is cursed or something.”
People shifted uncomfortably. No one really laughed. They just stared — at me, dripping and humiliated… and at her, still smirking.
That’s when something in me flipped.
I wasn’t going to run inside and hide. I wasn’t going to let her turn my night into her performance and then leave me to disappear in shame.
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