CASSANDRA.
I do not need a mirror to tell my expression right now. I can feel my chest tighten as a result of the extreme anger running through my veins. It all started with that dumbass party Karen invited me to. If I hadn’t attended the party, I wouldn’t have woken up in a hot stranger’s room and his mother who barely talked to me wouldn’t be sitting in front of Granny.
I really want to barge into the ramen store to listen to whatever she is saying to granny, but I would rather keep my distance for now.
Maybe I should go in to tell her that Granny can’t ear if one doesn’t use a high pitch.
“Hey, yellow dress and curly hair.” The boy I remember seeing at the party on Saturday night snaps me back to reality and I raise a brow.
Hazel eyes, check.
White hair, check.
Expensive shirt
