Cassandra’s pov
I was sitting idle on the couch and thinking about the words that kept playing in my mind ‘same like old times’. It hurts a lot, it really does. It was 6 years ago, the same day I proposed to Vince only for him to break me into pieces, which took me years to get them back together.
6 years ago
It was now 1 pm and I was outside Vince's house dressed in a white net pattern dress that reached above my knee level. As I walk in I see Vincent coming out of the house, dressed in a red hoodie with a black jacket and ripped jeans. As soon as he sees me, he comes to give me a hug.
“What are you doing here Cassandra? Looking for Aiden?” he asks.
“No not Aiden, I wanted to meet you, I wanted to tell you something, if you don’t mind can you come to Garden Estate, at 7 pm sharp? I have something really important to tell you.” I say looking into his eyes.
He stares back and says “About what Piccolina, Hardvard, Aiden, me or us?”
