CASSANDRA'S POV

She opened the front door, and I stepped inside, my heels clicking softly against the floor. The moment I entered everything about the house screamed wealth. The lights above, the wide staircase that spiraled upward like something out of a movie.

A maid hurried over immediately, bowing slightly as she reached out to take our bags. I didn’t even try to hide the smirk forming on my face. She was small, timid-looking, her hair neatly tied into a bun. She probably thought she was being polite, but to me, it felt like power — my power, for once.

I’ve always been the one taking bags, fetching coffee, arranging...