Anger
Cassie’s POV
That little wrench! I wished she had died in that room, suffocating in the dark like the nobody she was. I had always known she was claustrophobic. I stumbled across it in her medical file on Penelope’s desk one day when I was snooping for something. It was the perfect way to get rid of her, locking her in there, watching her panic through the crack in the door before I walked away. She was lucky to have survived, too lucky and now she was strutting around like some fairytale princess, plastering her smug face all over social media for the world to fawn over.
I gripped the tabloid in my hand so hard the edges crumpled, tempted to smash it against the wall. But I couldn’t stop staring at the pictures. There she was, stepping out of a private shopping spree, escorted by
