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