|| CASSENDRA'S POV ||

The castle buzzed with the echoes of celebration as news of Isabella becoming the chosen fiancée of Dominico and Zavier reverberated through the grand halls. The air was thick with tension, and beneath the façade of revelry, a storm brewed. Isabella, now elevated to a position of privilege, harbored a venomous resentment toward me, Cassendra, for reasons I could only fathom.

The engagement ceremony unfolded like a grand spectacle. Isabella, adorned in opulent attire, moved through the crowd with an air of entitlement. Her gaze, however, bore into me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "How quaint that I'll be the one to...