Cassian POV
It was supposed to be a normal night.
No drama, no headlines. Just me in the corner of the bar, invisible, watching the girl I wasn’t allowed to care about try to hold herself together.
The second I stepped in, I felt it.
The atmosphere was off, like walking into a room seconds after a fight. People weren’t just staring.
They were whispering, pointing. Their laughter wasn’t casual…It was filled with hatred.
And it was all directed at her. “Who wear silver wigs at this age and time?” One of the customers said to another as they laughed.
“I bet she thinks she looks like a super star, well guess who looks like an unfit object in the midst of people?” The other female customer said and they both continued to laugh.
My blood boiled but I wasn't ready to make a scene yet cau
