BLACK.
SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.
Looking over my appearance once more, I spritz on some of the perfume Kiirll got me a day ago, grab my Birkin, and rush out of the room. Kiirl wasn’t home, he’d left for an impromptu business trip for a week now and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, so I had to stomach the sneers and glares of his sister, Cassia, every time I passed by her.
I swear, if she could kill me with one glare, she would without hesitation, but I tried to ignore it and kept pushing.
“Aww, leaving for college, murderer.” I heard her hiss the second I left my room. We were still in the apartment, and the huge space felt like every time I had to face her.
“Good morning to you, too, Cassia.”
My voice was flat as I avoided her gaze and moved out of her way. Ionstead, she made sure
