Chapter 4
“This is all…wrong.” Cassidy wished she’d never come.
For a gazillion years seeing “Santa at the Bon Marché” had been a rite of passage for Seattle children. Now, courtesy of a corporate buyout, it was a Macy’s store. Which was only the first problem.
The second was that they were three grown women surrounded by little boys and girls in that ecstatic state of sugar-induced near-coma. Hadn’t the three of them just been browsing the racks looking at dresses they could never afford? Grown-up dresses.
Perrin had led them into the high-end racks. There she’d forced her to try on a dark jade-green velvet dress that had looked incredible in the mirror. Which it should as it cost more than a month’s college tuition, including room and board.
“You should totally steal that dress, Cas
