Chapter 138

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 other people’s things. Always the one standing on the other side of wealth, watching people like this maid serve women like Lauren, the ones who always had everything. But now? Now I was the one handing my bag over. And it felt good. No, it felt right.

“Just have a seat there,” Sophia said, motioning toward the couch. He