Cassidy's POV
If not for the direct orders from Dante, I would have started a brawl with Claire. It doesn't matter if we were in wedding dresses or at risk of having our fight broadcasted to the whole world; I will bury her alive for slapping me. How dare she?
My face stings as I look up at her, fury blazing in my eyes.
"How dare you ruin my wedding? Aren't you supposed to be in prison? What sort of madness is this? Hey, b***h answer me!" She pulls my hair so hard that I instantly develop a headache.
"Get off me, you liar!" I push her away. She trips on her hills, falls flat on the ground, and lets out a cry.
My frown deepens as I shoot her a glare. Tamara, her mother quickly rushes to hold her. "Claire!" she screams. "How dare you push her? What if something happens to the baby?"
