Edwin's shout shattered my thoughts and all the worst possibilities swirling in my head.
"Young Master Edwin, she was jealous of Miss Shannon," the young maid insisted. "She saw Miss Shannon's beautiful dress and wanted the jewelry that matched it."
She spun some fairytale I had never even heard of.
I stayed silent. What was the point of explaining? It would end the same way as the incident in the faculty room.
With just a few words from Oscar, everyone immediately believed I was the one who copied his work.
And even after I explained everything and showed proof, they backed down quietly without apology. Some still believed Oscar was right.
Only when Shannon arrived did anyone defend me.
Wherever I went, the labels orphan and defective omega followed me like a curse.
Shannon stepped toward me, eyes watery. "Sister Clarissa… is it true? Do you hate me?"
Even Shannon —pure, innocent Shannon— didn't believe in me.
