Seventeen

Jasmine's POV.

I heard it right at a restaurant that dealt with soothing one's stomach. As I placed my order, I swapped across my screen, enjoying various contents pushed out by creators. It was nice to see that people were thriving at their optimum and feeling the need to push it to the public eye.

If I had my way I just wanted to live like a hermit. Do what needs to be done and let go of the rest. There was absolutely nothing that required me being in the news.

I scrolled along my feed and saw a video of Gwen and Jake kissing on a yacht. I chuckled loudly and clicked on the page. Why shouldn't I enjoy my step sister and her husband's newly married life contents? They were probably on their honeymoon.

Traitors, both of them, didn't know what was coming because then that was why they were spending money lavishly to rent a yacht.

Sounds of heels clicking across the floor caught my attention and I raised my head to see who probably had those pairs.

My eyes connected with my stepmother