Rainy’s POV
“Cass, look at this!” I squeal and jump up from the little pink and rose gold vanity chair I am sitting on.
I want to throw my ornately patterned, vintage pressed glass across the room and through the window. I want to hear the shattering of glass so loud that it drowns out the shattering of my heart. I want everything around me to break. I want the whole world to break.
Hot tears fill my eyes as I see not one, but two messages in my inbox. One is from Bron. The other one is from Brad Kaslo. I can already feel the sting of rejection as I see the first five words Brad wrote before even opening the message.
Brad Kaslo, you ask. Well, I am asking myself the very same thing. I didn’t message Brad Kaslo. And clearly, he is Brett’s bestie.
Does this mean Brett is too much of an adult chicken to answer me himself? How rude and full of himself he must be. Getting his best friend to reply? Unreal.