*Trinity's POV*

"My dress?" I asked in pure confusion. "What do you mean by ‘my dress’?"

"Did Amber tell you nothing?" Mr. Withers rolled his eyes at me, and I bit back a retort.

Amber? How was this Amber’s fault? She worked harder than any of us. Did he ever consider that maybe she just forgot? It was understandable, but to Mr. Withers, forgetting was a crime. If you forgot, you were incompetent and that attitude really ...