Cassandra hailed a cab and gave the driver an address. There’s only one place she could think of right now, and it was her last hope. She barely had enough money to afford another plane ticket elsewhere because she hasn’t got her first salary. She left too abruptly.
“Damian?...” she called, knocking a few times at the door. Her twin cousins are the only person that would listen to her problems and probably could help her.
Thank God they were liberated enough to want a free life and lived in their own apartment instead of staying at their parents' house. Uncle Nic will surely tell her dad if he finds out that Cassandra was here in New York.
After waiting for almost half an hour without any response, she instinctively turns the doorknob, and it wasn’t locked! She frowns a bit. Damian is
