Just as I contemplated telling my mom about my dream, Andrea, Cassidy's mom, walked into the kitchen in her six inch heels. She's a hunter too. She was a year older than my mom but actually looked a few years younger than her. Andrea divorced Cassidy's dad when Cass was five and never remarried. She enjoyed being single and keeping fit.
She had flawless skin and fit muscles. She must spend hours in the gym. She wore leather too and let her blonde hair free.
“Avalon,” she said cheerfully. I smiled back at her. She'd always liked me.
“We'll we're off. There's no convincing Gabriel of his insane idea.” Andrea said.
“It's not so crazy we need all the help we can get.” Mom reasoned.
“It'll only cause more problems trust me, Sarai.” Andrea said, suddenly walking over to the kitchen win
