Chapter 40. My Third Step

The feeling of sadness was suddenly replaced with anger as I saw who was behind the door.

Caitlyn stood there with a wicked grin on her face, holding a brown file. But that’s not what has me seething. It’s the fact that she’s wearing my clothes. And not just any cloth, but the one Kian had gotten me during his trip to Bahamas,

“Erm, please where is Farrah?”

I glare at her. “I’m Farrah you fool.”

She squints her eyes at me. “Nah I doubt it because the Farrah I know, would never look like a trashcan.”

“Who are you calling a trashcan?”, I ask, reaching for her. She dodges my outstretched arms.

“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but give this to Farrah if you see her and tell her that Kian wants her to sign these papers. He also wants the signed papers returned to me before it’s time for dinner.”

She hands the file over before walking away. I shut the door angrily, ignoring my mother’s look of disapproval.

“What’s in the file?”

“Wha