Rainy's POV
“Cass, look at this!" I squeal and jump up from the little pink and rose gold vanity chair I am sitting on.
I want to throw my ornately patterned, vintage pressed glass across the room and through the window. I want to hear the shattering of glass so loud that it drowns out the shattering of my heart. I want everything around me to break. I want the whole world to break.
Hot tears fill my eyes as I see not one, but two messages in my inbox. One is from Bron. The other one is from Brad Kaslo. I can already feel the sting of rejection as I see the first five words Brad wrote before even opening the message.
Brad Kaslo, you ask. Well, I am asking myself the very same thing. I didn't message Brad Kaslo. And clearly, he is Brett's bestie.
Does this mean Brett is too much of an
