“off course, I mean. HE sent the invitation to MY personal address. So…”
Cassandras nose flared as her face turned red. Anne could barely stifle her laughter. “ha! Nice one, Becca.”
“your pin ma’am” the sales girl came towards her and Rebecca sighed. This was the moment of truth. Her fingers glided over the surface of the glass as she tapped in the code. Everyone waited in anticipation as the screen continued to load.
“success. Here’s your card Ms.” The young girl smiled as she returned the card.
Cassandra gasped.
“impossible…”
“unless you’re not only deaf, but dumb. I suggest you go pick out something else to wear…” Anne interjected, her red hair fuzzy like that of an alley cat as she shooed Cassandra off.
Her fist balled as she gritted her teeth, clearly upset. She should jus
