XANDER'S POV
I'm really confused about what's going on with me. Why did I walk away without giving Cassie the gift?
I retrieved the golden hair accessory from a box concealed within my pocket. Upon opening it, the shimmering diamond stone captivated my attention instantly.
The present which I had prepared for her was a golden hair clip embellished with diamond stones.
Having known Cassie for a sufficient length of time, I knew she adored hair clips.
"Why did you not give it to her?"
I raised my head and it was Romeo. I felt an acute embarrassment, recognizing the foolishness of my actions.
Romeo, approaching me with curiosity, asked, "Do you like her?"
I answered him without hesitation, replying immediately, "No."
He then probed further, asking, "Why were you upset when Jess addressed her as darling?"
I explained that I was not upset and walked away.
I remain bewildered by the events transpiring within me. As I reflect on my actions, I'm still struggling to decipher the cryptic language of my heart.
Do I like Cassie? The question echoes, unanswered, leaving me to navigate the treacherous waters of self-discovery.
I paused, contemplating the inexplicable nature of my sentiments, for she has committed no transgression against me.
I decided to visit her residence later, maybe after the party or within the week, wherein I intend to present my gift to her.
ROMEO'S POV
Upon my entrance into the yatch, Cassandra inquired with curiosity, "Where is he?"
"Outside, taking some fresh air."
I joined the others on the dance floor immediately, I didn't want her asking any further questions.
Minutes later I noticed Cassandra departing the gathering crying and with an expression of profound anger.
In an attempt to alleviate her distress, I tried persuading Lucille to accompany her, to comfort her.
The music was too loud, Lucille couldn't hear me. Motivated by concern, I followed Cassandra personally and saw her standing beside Xander; both individuals appeared visibly upset.
I approached them discreetly and experienced surprise when Cassandra slapped Xander.
"I'm sorry, I did not mean it," Xander said while attempting to grasp her hands in a gesture of reconciliation.
Cassandra, consumed by anger, withdrew her hands abruptly and departed swiftly upon noticing my presence.
"What's going on? What did you tell her?" I asked Xander.
"I said something remarkably foolish," he said, averting his gaze.
"Look at me, Xander. What did you tell her?" I asked again, demanding his full attention.
"I told her to exhibit some self‑respect and to cease presenting herself to me as a cheap whore," he said, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Why would you say something like that to her? On her birthday! I thought you guys were finally getting along," I said, trying to conceal my anger.
"I did not intend to speak in such a manner; I was merely upset," he said, appearing angry.
"Okay, fine. Tell me why?," I said.
"Why what?" he asked.
"Why are you angry?" I said, seeking clarification.
"I do not know," he replied, uncertain of his emotions.
"Oh, I perceive you are angry because you are beginning to feel affection for her, is that right?" I asked, probing deeply.
He looked at me with tears in his eyes.
"I did not mean to say that to her," he confessed, expressing remorse for his words.