RUBY

“That dress should have been mine,” Zoey’s voice trembled, and she clenched her fists. It was as if I was slaughtering her self-esteem.

“Come here!” she ordered me. 

I was still confused by this sudden situation; even Owen was lying on the floor wincing.

Zoey moved restlessly to get closer to me. She supported the wheelchair handles with both hands and slowly stood up. When the maid tried to help her, she shouted angrily, “Don’t! I’m not ...