Stella’s point of view.

The red haired girl glared at me disgustingly, but she didn’t take any action. Who is she, by the way? Why do I sense that she hates me? And why would she hate me?

Mr. huge dick’s sister looked around with a small frown, as though she’s searching for something.

“What are you doing here? Can you even afford to buy a cap here?” she asked, obviously mocking me, then slapped her forehead lightly. “Oh, I forgot you’re a lowlife gold digging slut, your sugar daddy would pay the bills” she concluded and burst into laughter, which her friends joined in instantly.

I kept clenching and...