"It’s so unique, you can tell it was custom-designed. If anyone tries to copy it, they’ll just end up looking like a fool imitating another fool—it’ll never work."
Scarlet’s face turned crimson. She stomped her foot in frustration.
"What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I want to look like her? You think I want to be her?"
Her jealous gaze locked onto my hair as she spat,
"It’s ugly! Hideous! Who even told you to get a princess cut? It doesn’t suit you at all!"
I didn’t get angry seeing her like that.
Instead, I gently brushed my fingers through her hair and smiled.
"Really? I just like it."
After knocking her hand away, Scarlet chased after me and blocked my path.
"Ethan won’t like it! He prefers the way you used to look!"
Afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she dragged Ethan in front of me.
"Right, Brother Ethan? You think so too, don’t you?"
Ethan glanced at me, his ears turning red. He trembled like he was having a seizure and couldn’t say a word.
Scarlet was furious and burst into tears, shoving me into the classroom.
"You’re sick! Go see a doctor if you are!"
I cursed back and pushed her away.
During the break, Lydia, who had just come back from the bathroom, leaned over and whispered,
"I overheard Scarlet on a call. She’s booked a manicure this afternoon. Guess what? The style she showed them is the exact same photo you posted two days ago. If I hadn’t bumped into her phone, I’d never have known she’s copying you."
That reminded me—I looked up Scarlet and was about to block her.
But suddenly, I had a better idea and changed my mind.
"Perfect. I’m tired of this manicure anyway. Let’s switch it up."
