Chapter 17
Cassie
By the time the first family walked through the doors of the student union, I was already on my second cup of coffee and running purely on adrenaline.
I’d been here since just after seven that morning, helping unload raffle baskets, hanging signs, checking auction items against our inventory list, and answering approximately a thousand questions before most students had even rolled out of bed.
“Cassie!”
I turned just as Emma hurried toward me with a clipboard clutched against her chest.
“We’ve got a problem.”
I laughed.
“It would be weird if we didn’t.”
“The balloon arch collapsed.”
“Again?”
She nodded.
“The tape won’t hold.”
I looked toward the entrance where half of our carefully arranged balloons now lay scattered across the floor.
“Okay.”
I glanced arou
