Chapter 6

Cassandra didn’t hesitate—she slapped Mara hard across the face.

Mara was stunned, holding her burning cheek, eyes wide in disbelief at Cassandra.

Everyone else froze too, thrown off by Cassandra’s sudden outburst, totally not knowing how to react.

Still seething, Cassandra reached into the coffin and grabbed a handful of white roses, chucking them right at Mara’s face without a second thought.

Mara stood stiff like a statue, her pale face quickly swelling with red marks. Tears streamed down her cheeks, looking all helpless and pitiful.

But Cassandra’s domineering presence was too intense—no one around even dared to step forward and stop her.

“Mara,” Cassandra snapped, voice ice-cold, “Faye clearly told you—she hated black, especially that damn black dress. She treated you like a real sister, and you repay her by bringing this crap here to disgust her at her own funeral? What the hell’s wrong with you? Were you just waiting for her to die?”