CASSANDRA’S POV.
“I will call in the stylist.” Emily informs me and as soon as she leaves, I hold onto the edge of her desk and my body reverberates as I sob.
I thought my life is finally beginning to make sense. I thought everything is finally falling into place, and the disarrayed puzzles of my life are coming together but I was wrong. My life just became more scattered. I think disarrayed is the more appropriate word right now.
I know I thought about this before and this feels like a repetition but… the world still has more mess to make with my life? I am someone who lived almost all her alive without parents and even a sibling meanwhile I have a father and not just one sibling but four? Why did I not end it before it got to this point?
This point where even if my father steps out
