“If it’s alright with you, I will go and change out of these clothes. Try not to eat the whole thing and leave your guests starving, will you, Benton?” Cindy didn’t bother waiting for an answer as she took her small carry-on and made her way to what she really hoped was a spare bedroom.
As luck would have it, Cindy ended up in some sort of home office, but she desperately wanted to get rid of the high heels and stuffy pantsuit she was wearing, and lounge around barefoot and in the loosest clothes imaginable. She decided, for her sanity, that this thing with her and Kristoff is some Bermuda Triangle type of situation, and as soon as everything will be fixed and Andrew between bars, they can go back to hating each other and being the fiercest of rivals. Until then, she can relax a little, h
