Cassidy rolled over in bed and hit the snooze button on her alarm clock. It was Sunday. The shop didn't open on Sundays. There was absolutely no reason to get out of bed, Cassidy thought as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched.
With a yawn and a wistful glance at her bed, she stood and headed for her bathroom. Sunday was housework and grocery shopping day. It had been ever since she had opened the bookstore.
After a long steamy shower, Cass put on a pair of old jeans that were close to coming apart at the seams and a grey t-shirt that was fading and had definitely seen better days. She pulled her wet hair into a knot at the top of her head and walked into the kitchen.
Bypassing the Pop tarts, she grabbed a diet Dr. Pepper before pouring herself a bowl of frosted flakes and chopping up bananas in the sweet cereal.
She ate slowly, her mind drifting to thoughts of a certain dark haired man with dazzling green eyes.
Rand was nothing like she would have expected one of the richest people around to be like. He was generous, funny, and very intelligent.
Cassidy had read the tabloids and magazines about Randon Alexander Mitchell the third and had expected that he'd be a spoiled, arrogant, womanizer with no intelligence. He was seen with a different girl just about every week. She only hoped she'd be different. Rand had a whole string of heartbreaks trailing behind him and Cassidy didn't want to be added to the mix.
She shook her head to clear it of all thoughts of Rand. She'd known him for two days. It was no big deal.
When she was done with breakfast, she cleaned the apartment. The task didn't take long seeing as she usually picked up behind herself on a daily basis. She vacuumed, dusted, washed clothes, and polished the furniture. She cleaned the windows and the bathrooms and then deciding that everything was pretty much as clean as it was going to get, she left for the grocery store.
By the time noon came around, she was back home and sitting on her couch with a glass of tea and a book. She'd just began reading when the phone rang and she stood up to go answer it.
"Hello?"
"Cassidy, please tell me that you're not to busy to come shopping with one of your best friends in the entire world! I have a date tonight and absolutely nothing to wear!"
"Cora, you have a bigger closet filled with more clothes than half the population of the world."
"That's beside the point! I need to find the perfect outfit for my date!"
Cassidy sighed. "Okay, where and what time do I need to meet you?"
"The mall, in twenty minutes?"
"Gotcha." Cassidy said.
Twenty minutes later they she was pulling up to the mall. She'd changed into a pair of black jeans and a grey t-shirt.
Cora was waiting impatiently in the mall. Cassidy decided that it should be illegal for someone to look so good in sweat pants. She'd be tempted to hate Cora, if it wasn't for the fact that she was one of her best friends.
"There you are! I was beginning to worry something had happened to you. Come on we don't have all day. He's taking me to that fancy French restaurant. I need a knock 'em dead dress."
"Who is this guy anyway Cora?"
"Ryan."
"Oh Cora, please tell me you're not falling for him again. Do you remember what happened the last few times?" Cassidy groaned. Ryan was Cora off again on again boyfriend. He was jerk of the year and quite possibly the biggest asshole around.
"He promised me this time would be different. It's okay. I believe he was sincere."
Yeah he'd been sincere the last three times as well, Cassidy thought but chose to stay quiet. It was best not to argue with Cora, especially over men.
"I was thinking about a simple black dress, but I really want to wow him. Black is classic, but boring. Red is too slutty. I was thinking maybe something in green?" Cora rambled.
Cassidy sighed and agreed. It wasn't as if Cora needed her opinion when it came to clothes or shopping.
"So I hear someone had a date with Mr. Rich and infamous." Cora said as they walked into one store.
"Yes. It was a very nice date. I had a very nice time."
"Mhm. Is he nice in bed?"
"I wouldn't know." Cass laughed at Cora's expression. It was a cross somewhere between disbelief and horror.
