“But if we’re speaking about borrowed things,” I continued, my tone still calm and collected, “perhaps we should discuss borrowed respect and the misconception that titles or wealth can substitute for genuine character. You see, it’s the quality of our actions, not our possessions, that truly define us.”

At this, Maxwell shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The power dynamics in the room had shifted, and he knew it. My words had cut through the veneer of his world, revealing a vulnerability he likely hadn’t expected.

I took a deep breath, allowing the silence to expand once again, drawing strength from it. “And as for my dress,” I said, gesturing to the gown that had somehow become part of the conversation, “it’s borrowed from a dear friend who believed in me when others didn’t. It’s a token of trust and friendship, something I value more than anything material.”

The room remained silent, the tension broken only by the soft clinking of cutlery as someone shifted their plate, almost as if to say they were ready to move on, to get past this uncomfortable truth. But I wasn’t done.

“You see, Mr. Blackwood, I’ve learned to navigate through life’s harshest critiques and rise above them. So, your words tonight, intended to shame, have instead invigorated me. They remind me of my strength and the journey I’ve traveled. And for that, I thank you.”

Finally, I sat down, finding solace in Alexander’s unwavering support. He nodded at me, his eyes reflecting something akin to admiration and love.

The dinner continued, the air crackling with a newfound respect from those around the table. I knew then that this was just the beginning—that I would not only survive this encounter but thrive because of it. I had faced Maxwell Blackwood’s scorn and had emerged not as broken street garbage but as someone who had claimed her narrative and would continue to defy expectations.

Later, as we left the mansion, I canceled plans with Alexander’s family. Not out of spite, but out of self-respect. I chose to surround myself with those who valued authenticity over pretense. As we walked into the night, hand in hand, I felt a sense of freedom, knowing that I had stood my ground and would continue to do so, no matter what.