I was already in the lobby before the clock struck twelve. At noon. I'm no princess, there’s no prince on a white horse, and definitely no magic. Just me—and my awkward self.
I stood next to a chair, both hands clutching my luggage and everything I bought with Johnny’s money.
From where I stood, I could see my faint reflection in the glass wall. I was still wearing that bright maxi dress, but I’d thrown on some lovely printed leggings and a purple cardigan. My hair was up in a neat, low bun, and of course—my glasses.
Honestly, I could say I’m a head-turner in this getup. But everyone kept crunching their noses and shooting me judgy looks.
People…
“Cassidy North!”
Ugh. That familiar annoying voice came from behind me. I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.
Danie
