Chapter 182

Cassandras pov

I watched Alexander all night, waiting for the perfect chance to get him to have a drink with me. My mate and I had come up with the perfect plan, one that couldn’t fail and would lead no suspicion back to me because we both would drink from the same bottle.

Alexander stepped away from the people he was talking to, and I knew that this was my chance. Taking a deep breath, I made my way toward him, the silk of my gown whispering against the floor. I held the mandarin duck wine pot in my gloved hands, an invention of both elegance and deception.

“Alexander,” I called my voice melodic yet laced with feigned innocence.

He turned to look at me, irritation clear in his eyes. “What do you want, Cassandra?”

“I was wondering if you might have one last drink with me for old times sake?” I said.

He let out a loud sigh before turning away from me. “I made it clear to you, Cassandra, I want nothing more to do with you. My heart belongs to Olivia.”

The mention of Olivia's name