Brianna realized what she had said.
Asha did too.
“It mattered?”
Brianna looked around.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?”
“You know colleges care about diversity.”
“My dress is not a college.”
“I’m talking about everything.”
“Exactly.”
Asha’s voice finally rose.
“Everything.”
The terrace went quiet.
“My essay.”
“Vanderbilt.”
“The service award.”
“The committee.”
“The dress.”
“You always need some explanation for why I have anything you think I shouldn’t.”
Brianna’s face reddened.
“You think you’re better than me.”
“No.”
“You do.”
“I think you should stop treating me like I stole every good thing that happened to me.”
Asha wiped tears from her face.
“And I think you should stay away from me.”
She moved again.
Brianna reached toward her shoulder.
Asha jerked away.
“Do not touch me.”
Brianna raised the scissors slightly.
Asha stepped backward.
Sophie shouted.
“Put them down!”
The first black SUV appeared through the estate gates at that moment.
Nobody noticed except Cole.
The Cadillac moved slowly up the curved drive toward the terrace.
Its headlights swept across the stone railing.
Malcolm saw the crowd before he saw his daughter.
Then he saw green fabric on the ground.
Asha stood partly behind the balustrade with one side of her dress visibly cut open.
A blonde girl in a varsity jacket stood less than two feet away holding scissors.
Malcolm stopped the Escalade harder than he intended.
The rear suspension rocked.
He opened the driver’s door.
Brianna heard it.
So did everyone else.
A tall Black man in a dark charcoal suit stepped onto the driveway.
He closed the door.
His expression was so controlled that Asha immediately recognized how angry he was.
“Dad.”
That single word changed the atmosphere.
Malcolm looked at her first.
Not Brianna.
Not the scissors.
His daughter.
“Are you hurt?”
Asha shook her head.
“My dress.”
“I see it.”
He walked closer.
Brianna lowered the scissors.
Malcolm stopped several feet away.
“Put those on the ground.”
Brianna stared at him.