Cassandra.
A month later.
" I knew you'd like Paris," Missy says as we get out of the private jet, Father sent us away for the weekend. it was fun and we spent half of the time shopping and sightseeing. These girls are obsessed with such things.
" Yes, I've never been. it's absolutely beautiful!" I beam.
" Don't forget the bags," Mira tells our security detail. We were escorted by more than ten men, all in black suits like we are presidential.
The driver opens the door for us.
" Hi, Jack," Mira bats her long eyelashes at the chauffeur while touching his chest flirtatiously, Missy groans and pulls me into the car.
" What a slut," she smirks looking at her twin, when Mira gets in she shrugs her shoulders and flips her perfectly blonde hair sideways.
" Don't judge me, you saw how hot
