What Max said lingered in Kiara's mind. She didn't even think she had the chance to bid him goodbye as she stepped out of the car and walked inside.
When Kiara reached the front door and opened it, she was greeted by the grand entryway of the mansion. Everything was modern, from the plush couches to the sleek coffee table.
"Don't think much about it," she muttered to herself, shaking her head to dispel the thought. "Everything is already too much for Cassandra and me. We can talk about it later."
Besides, she was fighting for Cassandra because they were friends.
All of Kiara's efforts were fueled by that friendship. She wouldn't have done it if she hadn't believed her friend was worth fighting for. So, it didn't matter what Cassandra had done. It wasn't like Kiara didn't know her friend had been spiraling before this whole mess.
Managing to convince herself to put that aside for later, Kiara welcomed herself home.
