Cassandra Reid

My hunger suddenly subsides and I let out a long snort.

"Cassandra, honey, those are not ways to behave at the table".

I close my eyes and count to ten so I won't lose control in front of the little ones.

If Adriano had anything to do with this, I swear I won't forgive him this time.

"Aren't you going to greet us?"

Am I a bad person if at times I hate my mother?

"Taking into account that you were not invited, courtesy is unnecessary", my husband intervenes with a neutral tone as he kills the maitrê with his eyes, surely for having let them pass. His attitude tells me he didn't call them and that calms me down a bit. "I'm going to ask only once. What are you doing here?"

My mother's eyes widen as she makes a big 'O' with her mouth to claim. That's the only thing she knows how to do well aside from running charitable foundations

"How do you dare...!"

She stops mid–sentence because of my father's discreet tug on her arm.

Wow... It looks like Gibson Reid has met the match f