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GOODBYE MOM
Time stops…
I don’t even know where Cassy and her minions get the nerve to visit mom’s funeral. The audacity they have is incomparable.
“Hey, what do you guys think you’re doing here? Seriously? This is not a show.” Lea asks Cassandra as she gets close to mom’s coffin.
Cassandra snorts. “We come here with good intentions. I know this is hard for Angel to lose everything, right? Not just her mom but also Maddox.” Cassy says the latter with a hint of tease. "That's why we're here to ease her pain. I know how it feels to be left alone."
“Cassandra…”
I can’t be wrong, I know exactly
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