Chapter 1

Cassie POV

Venturing out of her car and looking up at the entrance to the eatery, Cassie may offer assistance but feel somewhat underdressed. She wasn’t precisely wearing anything that made her see sloppy, but her work dress were unquestionably more on the business-casual side versus what the exterior of this eatery screamed.

The building had a lovely glass-paneled front entryway that, once Cassie got up to it, had hung lights that hung down from the tall ceilings that looked nearly like icicles. There was a huge chandelier that hung over the entertainer stand, and a few of the entertainers looked up as she ventured inside.

The most youthful one drawn closer her to begin with. “Hi, can I get your reservation name?”

Cassie grinned at her. “Sure, it ought to be beneath Lawson.”

The entertainer clicked around on the e-tablet in her hand and tapped the screen with her long nail. “Yup. Let me take you back to them.”

The young lady walked to the leader stand and gotten a menu, giving Cassie a fast grin some time recently vanishing into the eating zone. Cassie tucked her satchel beneath her arm and taken after her.

The whole eatery was full of well-dressed, high-class individuals that talked unobtrusively to one another as a live quartet played somber-sounding music at the front of the room. Candles were lit at each table, giving the whole space a sentimental feel.

It reminded her a parcel of the places her ex continuously bragged approximately taking her for an commemoration or birthday one day, but he never fulfilled.

Toward the back of the room, Cassie spotted her companions and rushed her pace to them.

They all looked over when the master set her menu down at her spot and caught the put card off of her plate.

“Cassie!”

She grinned and slipped into her chair. “Hey, guys.”

The entertainer brought her hands together, turning to Cassie. “Do you need any wine whereas you survey our menu?”

“I think we’ve got her covered,” Rylee said, holding up a half-empty bottle from the ice bucket following to her.

The master gestured. “Very well. Appreciate your suppers, ladies.”

They all chimed “thanks” some time recently turning back to each other. Cassie grinned when Rylee set the bottle onto the table and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, pulling her in for a tight squeeze.

“We missed you! What took you so long?”

She snickered a small, tapping her companion on the arm. “Sorry, it was insane nowadays in the office.”

Sydney caught the bottle off of the table and popped the stopper to fill up Cassie’s glass.

“Girl, I don’t know how you do it. That administrator is a prick making us donate you all the printed material like that.”

Cassie couldn’t offer assistance but grunt. Genuine to Sydney’s words, she’d been immersed with hills of printed material their school’s director, Baylor, had demanded required to be done by the conclusion of the week. This regularly wouldn’t be an inconceivable assignment, but for the truth that the printed material he wanted to be done was all end-of-the-quarter stuff that had scarcely anything joined in arrange to get it checked into their framework and recorded correctly.

“It’s not you guys’ fault.” Cassie snatched her glass, whirling the dim fluid interior. “He fair didn’t need to tune in to us when we told him that we required an whole quarter to get all of that in.”

“Did you and Central Hoban approach him almost it?”

Cassie shook her head. “You know how much of a quitter that lady is.

she’s frightened of her claim shadow!” All of the young ladies giggled.

Rylee stole a piece of bread from the bushel in the center of the table. “You know what my favorite thing approximately Vital Hoban is?”

Maeve poured herself more wine. “What, that she’s got a abnormal mole on her butt or something?”

Rylee giggled. “Ew, I don’t know that.”

“She’s a anxious person! You can’t tell me she hasn’t come down to your office and inquired around any peculiar moles on her.”

“Okay, she has. But not approximately any peculiar butt moles!” The young ladies snickered again.

“What I was going to say … was that my favorite thing is that Cassie can conversation her into anything.”

Cassie delayed, mid-drink, and flickered at her over the edge of her glass. She set her glass down, swallowing.

“Me?”

Maeve pushed her with her foot. “Rylee’s right. You can. If you conversation her into drawing closer Administrator Baylor together, possibly you can get him to alter his intellect around the deadline.”

Cassie wasn’t so beyond any doubt around that, but if they truly had that much certainty in her as their vice-principal, she’d at slightest have to donate it a shot.

“Plus,” Sydney gave Cassie a insidious see. “Maybe Baylor needs a great lay, and Cassie can deliver him a few pointers whereas she’s there.”

Both Maeve and Rylee snickered.

“Actually,” Cassie bound her fingers together on beat of the table. “I was toying with the thought of getting back out there.”

The young ladies were quiet, gazing at her with an startling sum of shock.

Cassie inclined back in her chair. “What?” Rylee snatched her arm. “Wait, for real?”

She scowled. “Yes? See, I’ve been feeling like ever since I broke up with Brian, I’ve been needing to get back on the saddle. I miss that companionship.”

“Aww, Cas!”

Rylee wrapped her arms around her and pulled her in for another hug.

Sydney snickered at her and hurled a piece of bread at her. “It’s ‘get back in the saddle,’ Cas.”

Cassie snickered. “Whatever, you know what I mean.” “We ought to celebrate this lovely occasion!”

Maeve held up the nearly purge bottle of wine, getting a few looks from a few of the visitors at the tables encompassing them. She scarcely paid them any attention.

Cassie raised a brow.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?”

“No way,” She waved her arm. “We require to go to like … a bar or something and get you out there.”

Sydney huffed and inclined back into her situate. “All the bars around here suck.”

“Whoa.” Maeve nodded over to the front of the eatery. “Hotties at ten o’clock.”

Cassie extended her neck around and looked over her bear. “Isn’t that at twelve?”

“Shh! Don’t be obvious!”