Cattleya’s POV
I was stunned. I couldn't find the words. Maybe my sister's 40th death day was way more important to think than to think what other people would say.
My mom sighed, "I'm sorry, Catt… I got carried away… I didn't mean to hurt you."
I nodded and looked away.
She picked up her black purse and left my condo.
I sat on the couch, thinking about my happy memories with my twin sister. Now, they are all gone. I can only think about it, but it’s difficult to think about it—it only brings me pain.
Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Vianne, my secretary. I answered her call. "Hey..."
"It's been days since you've been to the office, boss. Are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine," I replied, scratching the back of my neck. "Did you move everything to my new office? The art, the gallery
