These past few days, Sabrina had become the talk of the school.
She ignored it all.
It didn’t matter to her in the slightest what people thought.
Whether it was during class, between periods, at lunch, arriving in the morning or heading home in the afternoon, she moved alone through the halls.
Here, she had no friends, no family.
She didn’t need them, either.
During breaks, curious students from other classes would crowd outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
The weekend finally arrived, bringing with it a rare patch of sunshine and a welcome break from the lingering cold.
Sabrina glanced at the empty space by the tall, sunlit window. Maybe she could set a few potted succulents there—something to talk to at night, she thought wryly.
After washing up in the morning, she went downstairs for breakfast.
When she entered the dining room, she found Sommer and Celine whispering excitedly about something. The moment they saw her, they fell silent, as if on cue.
Sabrina sat down at the table and ignored them completely, treating them like invisible air. She ate quietly, unbothered.
Sommer’s irritation simmered; it was like Sabrina didn’t see her at all. After all the trouble she’d stirred up at school! If Celine hadn’t told her, she’d still be in the dark. Not only had Sabrina gotten into a fight, but she’d also wrapped a snake around a classmate’s neck. The thought alone gave Sommer goosebumps. How did Sabrina even dare?
Determined to shield Celine from Sabrina’s influence, Sommer had discreetly instructed Martha, the housekeeper, to keep Sabrina’s utensils separated and washed apart from the others. Her food was to be served separately, and all her laundry washed in a different machine. Naturally, Sabrina was oblivious to all this. If she’d known, she might have been delighted by such “special treatment.”
Celine, meanwhile, watched her mother’s expression with smug satisfaction. See? She’d made her mother dislike Sabrina even more. She wasn’t in a hurry; once both her parents grew to truly despise Sabrina, it’d only be a matter of time before the girl was out of the Sutton family for good. That day couldn’t be far off.
Sommer forced down her anger, but the more she looked at Sabrina, the more she disliked her. Sometimes it felt like Sabrina had been sent just to torment her. She shot Celine a look.
“I’m done,” Sommer announced, standing up from the table.
Celine followed almost immediately. “I’m full,” she chimed in, leaving the dining room behind.
With the two of them gone, Sabrina was left alone to finish her meal.


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