SEVENTEEN

Cassa's POV

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, a smile playing on my lips as my eyes sparkled with anticipation. I was wearing a pale green blouse, paired with black jeans, and my hair was elegantly styled in a chignon.

As I looked at myself, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity. This was the kind of clothing I preferred, the kind I didn't get to wear when I was at his house. I had requested these clothes two days ago, ensuring that it wouldn't raise any suspicions from my grandfather. I had always refrained from wearing dresses or skirts, never owning one unless it was required. Even as a child, the exception was when my mother would dress me up in beautiful outfits. But as I turned fifteen, my taste changed.

My grandparents had always indulged me, giving me whatever I liked. I was spoiled in many ways, but that wasn't the reason I couldn't make myself independent. I admitted that I didn't feel close to them, despite their overwhelming love. There were things I disli