Cassandra's POV
She stood out on one of his posts, looking effortlessly beautiful. Her black dress clung to her in all the right ways, and the birthday hat on her head seemed to almost mock my own insecurities. She didn't look awkward or silly—she looked radiant. The kind of woman who could wear a potato sack and still make you stop and stare.
I tapped on the picture, curiosity prickling my skin, and began to swipe left.
The first image showed her blowing out the candles on a cake, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the flames. She was surrounded by laughter, surrounded by life. And she was beautiful. Not just in the physical sense, but in the way she wore joy so naturally. Her smile was pure, unguarded—something I hadn't seen from Killian, not in the brief time I'd known him.
She looked like a goddess.
