Cassandra's pov
It was Friday today and I just returned from college, I still had to attend the hospital for my internship. Today Vincent was home since he had some interior work that had to be done and wanted to supervise it personally in the indoor swimming pool. I sat in the living room and was watching some movies.
"What's with you? Do you look all ready for Christmas in mid-June only? Or is it some sought of wicked celebration to announce some good news?" asked Nick coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn.
"What is with you always at our house, don't you have yours?" I shove him off since he was irritating by throwing popcorns my way.
"Haa cognata you are really a mood killer like Vincent refers to, you broke this heart of mine with your hurtful words."
"You wish, by the way, is there a rule that I can't wear red in June? And what did Vincent say?"
"You have no idea, do you?" he asked and I raised my brows and questioned, "About what?"
