CHAPTER SEVEN
Lunch at a quaint café in downtown Carmel reminded Cassandra of childhood outings with her mom. She enjoyed the one-on-one time. Over the past year, her mother had wanted to do things with both her and Emily. That was why Cassandra always declined. Today would have been nice except that the not-as-subtle-as-she-thought-she-was Vanessa Daniels had taken on the role of Troy’s personal publicist and wouldn’t stop talking about him.
“Don’t you think he has the bluest of eyes? Yours are beautiful, but his…” Her mother sipped her ice tea. “Gorgeous is the only way to describe them.”
How much longer was this going to go on? Cassandra stabbed at the piece of marinated grilled chicken in her salad.
“Troy also has the most charming smile,” her mother continued. “Wouldn’t you agree?
