FRANCESCA's POV
I was brushing my hair before the door burst open and Cassandra walked in with fury etched on her face. Before I could react to her presence, she had reached me and before I could ask her what the hell she was doing here, she had slapped me across the face.
“What the f**k do you think you are doing?” I snapped.
“How dare you? You are the cause of all these… you are the reason Dante and I would never get married ever, you f*****g slut” She raged
“What are you talking about?”
“Was this the plan all along? To set my father up and wait by the sidelines until Dante decides to react to it? Here I was thinking you are just the dumb daughter of an enemy. You are the…”
“Stop f*****g talking, Cassandra. I do not know what the hell you are babbling about and if you will only try
