CASSANDRA’S POV.
Setting down with a deep exhalation, I lay on my back and stare blankly at the ceiling illuminated with the galaxy ambiance led light projector playing a sedative music as required by Gianna who revealed to me that she has insomnia and except she wants to be taken to rehab she could use this very depressing sound that sends my thoughts places.
My memories reels back to the last moment I had with my mom and dad before they left for the wedding of the one who did not because of their death stop his wedding. More memories from the days I got bullied flood through, and a smile as tears rolls down my temple evades my lips.
It is all gone now, I think? I have more money than my uncle who lives off his brother’s wealth. I have got the fame and fans I can now call a family. I h
