★Cassandra★
For the first time in a while, I was looking forward to a quiet Wednesday evening dinner at my parents’ estate. Just the four of us. But then again, I should’ve known better. The moment I walked through the doors, I could feel the tension. When I walked into the dining room, Timothy was already seated at the large dining room table. The house smelled faintly of polished wood and the soft floral scent of my mother’s perfume, but beneath it all was something sharp, something uneasy. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Cassandra, darling!” my mother’s voice floated around the dining room so loudly that I was startled for a moment. My father shot me a quick, relieved look, and when I glanced at my brother, I noticed how tense he looked. I had a feeling that was what I
