Jasmine’s POV.
I couldn't sleep. My mind was plagued by memories and lingering doubts. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his hands on me and his words and most importantly his betrayal.
I let out a frustrated sigh, tossing the blanket off my legs.
Instead of lying there and arguing with my own foolish heart, I pulled on a cardigan over my nightgown and tiptoed out of my bedroom.
I went to the living room and turned on the television. I didn't want to watch the news, and I didn't want anything heavy drama. I needed something that could pull me away from my reality.
I scrolled through the movie list played Cinderella. My forever comfort movie.
I pulled my knees up to my chest on the couch and wrapped my arms around my legs and got lost in the magic.
"You're still obsessed with that
