The person in front of me, was not the woman I'd woken up as.
It was a strange sensation.
With freshly coloured highlights, and perfectly blow dried hair, I felt years younger. Cassie was a miracle worker. Looking in the mirror, there was no need to scoop it all up in a messy 'up do'. My hair, though still wavy, reminded me of mermaids. The wave going through it was perfectly coiffured and not as a result of a mass of braids and frizz. And the outfit?
Cyrus had chosen good. It was fitted, but not tight, and fell just below the knee. In a dark teal colour it wasn't as much look at me look at me as it was classical and understated. I plastered Cy with kisses as Cassie applied a natural layer of makeup.
And then my phone bleeped at me. With Cy running off to chase the dogs, I checked my i
