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At least this was what in her thoughts that was going for a long time now as time passes by. Tears formed at the women eyes as her introduction line up and on beside her when a pop up and big characters appeared. When her introduction was invisible next to her, a pool of water appeared at the Sotiras and Heroes feet while Cassie kept crying but still stubbornly look at Kate, wanting to get an answer for her question that desperately needed a response immediately to calm her agitated heart right now. Name: Cassie Ver Age: 32 years old Status: Married Children: 8 kids, 1 college student

At least this was what in her thoughts that was going for a long time now as time passes by. Tears formed at the women eyes as her introduction line up and on beside her when a pop up and big characters appeared. When her introduction was invisible next to her, a pool of water appeared at the Sotiras and Heroes feet while Cassie kept crying but still stubbornly look at Kate, wanting to get an answer for her question that desperately needed a response immediately to calm her agitated heart right now. Name: Cassie Ver Age: 32 years old Status: Married Children: 8 kids, 1 college student

She responds nonchalantly, her eyes still glued on her phone. Pressing my fingers on my temple, I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “ Cassie, he could have gotten hurt.” She shrugs. “ but he didn’t.” Talking to Cassie or trying to reprimand her is useless, she is a self absorbed bitch. Cassie is two years younger than me. She's a spoilt brat, has always been. She is also overtly proud of her good looks and never thinks twice before insulting me for my look and small frame.

Cassie probed as I rifled through my wardrobe for whatever remaining clothes had made the trip to London. “I don’t know. He keeps sending me mixed messages. He definitely enjoys the sex, but I’m not sure if he still sees me as just a possession. I don’t know,” I replied honestly. Cassie slipped into a floral skirt and long sleeved top, adding the extra cute factor with a pair of high heels I wouldn’t dream of wearing. In comparison to my go-to jeans and t-shirt, she was Malibu Barbie. A touch of makeup and a flick of her hair, and she looked ready to conquer the world. While I looked like I had spent the day doing housework.

For some reason he reminded her of those hot psychopaths she read about in books "Hey! Who the fuck are you supposed to be?" he asked, looking confused as he titled his head to the side, Just then, the second car door opened, and another tall man stepped out. He was incredibly tall, about six feet, five inches and she couldn't quite make out his face as a man rushed to his side with an umbrella. He moved slowly toward the shop, and Cassie's heart pounded with every took, even at first glance she could tell he was the one in charge

I turned my phone facedown and curled back into the bed. Cassie arrived the next morning, strutting in like she belonged here. Anyway, she did. My parents love her. I heard her before I saw her. Her laugh drifted up the staircase. The one that adults adore. That makes people lean into her. I sat at my vanity, my reflection bouncing back at me. The dark circles under my eyes are a testament that I didn’t sleep a wink last night. There’s a knock on the door. It opened before I could answer it. Cassie stood there with a tray in her hands, wearing a cream shirt, a black leather skirt, and ankle boots. Her beautiful blonde hair falls in soft waves and her smile is ever so radiant—and mocking. She

But put me in a cafeteria full of chatting employees, and suddenly I forgot how chairs worked. I grabbed a tray, chose food I barely looked at, and carried it to an empty corner table. Fine, I told myself. Observe first. Socialize later. Maybe tomorrow. I had barely taken two bites when a cheerful voice appeared beside me. “Is this seat taken?” I looked up. Cassie stood there, holding a tray overloaded with fries and juice. Today she wore a bright yellow cardigan over a white top, the colour making her copper-red hair glow. Freckles dusted across her shoulders and collarbone like scattered paint. She looked like sunshine made human.

She hugged me tightly, and I lowered myself to her height, ruffling her hair softly. "My Cassie, how are you doing baby?" I cooed, pulling out her lovely plumpy cheeks. "I'm fine, I missed you," "And I missed you too, you are now a big girl," I kissed her forehead, and she giggled. "Am I?" She smiled and I nodded at her. "Yes, baby, you are. I can't believe you are only twelve and you're this big," A sweet smile spread across her lips. "Who is that Auntie?" Cassie asked pointing behind me, I looked back, and Ashley was standing, staring back at us with smiles on her face.

I introduced Ava to her. “Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Cassie Millans; it's a pleasure to meet Joshua's friends,” she said with a friendly smile, extending her hand to Ava. My friend studied her first with her gaze, looking her up and down without shamelessness to see if she could be trusted. Cassie Millans was a young and beautiful woman, neither fat nor thin, with tanned skin color more like Latina and straight brown hair with light tips. She had a good aura of someone who had her feet well-placed on the ground and who knew what she wanted from life.

"I also think that I knew you before the notebook incident. But as far as I remember I never associate myself with you." Prince Caspian nod. "Yeah... maybe I saw you somewhere beside I'm a reader." Peach blush. What the heck?! Prince Caspian is her reader?! "Oh... Which book? Or what story?" She ask. Trying to pull herself and blocking the blushing. Damn! That doesn't sound right. Trying to block the blushing? "I like the one that you wrote about a two love birds forgetting each other. That's the only romance story that I have read in my entire life. I'm into thriller and horror you know." Oh, Prince Caspian likes that story of her.