CYNTHIA's P O V

‘‘Thank you, Vina…’’ I smiled at her as I watched her pick up the curling iron from my vanity and isolating a strand of my hair to wrap it around the steaming cylinder, while I applied a reddish liquid tint onto my cheeks.

It was six o’clock in the evening, and mom’s birthday party was scheduled to start at seven. I didn’t want to be there on time because I obviously wanted to make an entrance for Julian. Now that he had revealed to me the truth about the fact that we’re not actually cousins, I’ll do everything to make him mine…

To steal him away...