[Cassandra's POV]

It was Rita's birthday. The house had been decorated by professionals in the event decoration skill.

I licked my lips, savouring the aroma of grilled turkey as I walked towards the kitchen where the caterers were doing their job.

They could have easily cooked their meals in their own catering kitchen but Rita had insisted they did it here to supervise everything they were doing closely.

Rita loved perfection and on her 27th birthday, there was no ...