"What do you mean we are going to a gala?"Cassie asked Jake.
It was Saturday morning a week after her successful dinner. The dinner had gone well but not the clean-up. Jake had gone into the kitchen after their guest left and screamed. The kitchen had been a mess. In her fear of messing up her food, Cassie had not given time to clean.
Jake was speechless as he studied the damage Cassie's cooking had done. When he looked at her and saw how tired she had been he sent her to bed and started cleaning up.
"I mean we have been invited to a charity gala tonight," Jake explained like it was the most normal thing in her life.
"You have been invited not me," Cassie told him pointing at him. "They do not know I exist."
"I don't want to go alone Red. Please." Jake begged. "I do not usually atten
