Before six in the morning, Cassie had sent Jules the address—two addresses. One was for the morning, then the other for evening.
Jules just smiled as she yanked open her wardrobe to pick out her outfit.
Wherever Cassie had picked for their outing, she knew it was going to be fabulous and she needed to look good, or better still, out dress Cassie.
She chuckled to herself, remembering how back in high school, Cassie always won best dressed almost all the time, and was crowned prom queen their senior year.
Cassie was beautiful, and she, Jules, was the opposite. And Cassie would have easily ruled the popular kids if she'd agreed to denounce Jules as her friend.
But Cassie had stuck by her, and she'd been left out of the group. And though that cost her a seat at the cool kids’ table, it ne
