Cassie shook it off. Nothing she could do now she thought as she watched his closet morph to match her own style. And she was going to be late to work!
Cassie got dressed for work at the restaurant and put on her hostess clothes. It was a start but she wanted to be a server.
She arrived and saw her. Whitney. Black shoulder length bobbed hair and raccoon makeup and a constant duck face. She hated that jerk of a girl. Maybe a little Cassie would make her better...
