Jasmine's POV
Why the hell did she have to get in my way every single time?
It was as though she had made it her life mission to mess up with my plans. Perhaps this was what my father put her up to, I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest.
The harder I gripped onto the washing basin, the more the urge to break something overwhelmed me.
So giving in, I grabbed the little decorative flower that sat in the guest bathroom, hitting it on the ground and watching in satisfaction as it shattered little pieces of gold and brown.
A knock came on the door, startling me.
" Who is in there? Is everything okay?" The voice asked.
I sighed. Could I not get a few minutes of peace around here?
I arranged my features quickly, pulling the door open and peeking my head out.
It was marigold.
I knew s
