Bowling and bowing
Cassie’s POV
I grabbed a bowling ball, its weight cool in my hands.
“I know a few tricks about bowling,” I said, sauntering to the lane, my hips swaying, the red dress clinging to every curve. Ambrose drilled me on bowling basics, part of his assignment to make me shine.
“Troy's attracted to intelligent, independent women,” he had said.
I positioned myself at the sixty-foot lane, my stance practiced, my voice confident. “One secret to scoring is balance,” I said, glancing at Troy, my eyes daring him to watch. I didn't even look over at the bench where the princess in expensive gown sat, probably burning with unshed anger.
I rolled, my heart pounding, praying the moon goddess was on my side. The ball spun, smooth and true, and, miracle of miracles, it knocked ever
