I Don't Need Their Approval
I was the top scorer in the college entrance exams.
But there was no room in the house that actually belonged to me.
My parents always said my younger sister, Serena Quinn, was in poor health, and as the older sister, I had to give in to her.
So I did.
Until the day I answered a call from the school hunk—the guy Serena had been pining after for three years—right in front of her.
“Baby, I miss you,” came his low, suggestive voice on the other end.
Serena broke down on the spot.
I let out a cold laugh, turned my back on her, and dialed his number again.
“This is boring,” I said flatly. “We’re done.”