CASSANDRA
It was at this point that I muttered, "I'm about to cut a b***h," and pushed off my assigned tasks. And I said, "And by that, I mean paper-cut a b***h," because Fabio still wasn't paying attention.
For his parents' wedding anniversary, we are presently slicing and folding some thick paper invitations. His siblings all agreed to ask me to the party he was planning for his parents that night at dinner, as if I were one of them.
Fabio asked me to do the invitations, and I recall him asking me to do it. Even though I'm not particularly talented in designing, he said I am.
A glimmer of happiness was expressed, at least. Nonetheless, I could tell that, despite having done this for the past hour, he was still in the Parents' Wedding Anniversary Preparation Zone and would continue wo
