CYNTHIA's P O V

I walked down the corridor toward my room while rubbing my burning eyes and my fingers gathering the salty tears that had stained my cheeks in the form of narrow rivulets of misery while I tried to recall what had happened earlier.

Celine was hired by my dad to be my fucking tutor? No fucking way!

I’m going to make her life a living hell! There was no way she would stay in my house, especially in my room!

I couldn’t bear this solitary grieving, so ...