Cassius
Cassius slammed the front door of his house shut while stuffing his phone into his pocket after the fifth phone call with his mother that afternoon. His mother wanted to know how to get a hold of Nikita, but honestly, he didn’t even know how to get a hold of her. Cassius spent most mornings wondering if that day would be the day he got to see her again. His mother was already frantic about needing to set up an engagement photo shoot for announcements. Wanted to talk about venues, colors, bridal shower, wedding dress shopping, ect. All of those things required Nikita, and he had no idea where she was. He had to come up with lie after lie on why Nikita couldn’t be reached that day. But it had been four days and he had not seen her. He put his hands down on the counter and leaned int
