There wasn't much to show Nina around in the greenhouse if one really thought about it. Surprisingly, though, Cassandra had a lot to share because each corner of this place was full of memories.
"Call me bad, but I hated Finn for a while," she confessed, chuckling as she stopped in front of the small tree in the corner. "But what I hate the most is when someone mentions our engagement. I felt shameful every time I was reminded of our arrangement, and I ended up venting it to him."
Cassandra smiled, glancing at Nina as she stood next to her. "It took me a while before I realized that I wasn't the only one being forced into that engagement. And he didn't deserve how I treated him, but in the end, he didn't hate me for it."
"…?" Nina pursed her lips into a thin line, studying Cassandra's expression. "Why are you telling me this?"
Cassandra shrugged. "Honestly? I don't know, but I feel like I should tell you this."
