Zane.
At my tone, Felicity flung herself to the floor and burst into tears. At first, I thought it was crocodile tears. After all, I knew her pretty well. She loved to play the “fragile” card all too well, even though I knew that she was anything but.
But right now, it seemed too genuine.
Tears rolled down her makeup-strewn face as she cried, her legs dangerously close to the broken glass shards all over the floor. I let out a big breath, then gave Rosa a hard look,
“Leave us.”
She, and the rest of the staff shuffled away. I looked back up at Cassandra, where she was perched at the base of the stairs. My heart f*****g throbbed at the sight of her, and the sensation seized me from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet. She was painfully beautiful. The hair stylist and designer
