The Forgotten Night

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jaw dropped and hung open until Andrew extended his hand and pushed it back up.
    “Oh my god, you slept with Cass? You slept with Cass! Then she thought you slept with—oh my god, you broke her heart! You’re horrible,” Rachel ranted.
    “See I told you that you wouldn’t like it.”
    “But it's okay, you didn’t sleep with some random person—it was Cass—and only her, right?”
    “Yes, of course. I’m going to confront her at the New Year’s Eve party.”
    “Aw,” Rachel said, a wide smile stretching her face. “Poor Robert, he’ll be so sad. But you…Cass…aw, you’ll be so happy.”
    “That’s if she’ll listen to me, if she believes me.”
    “She loves you and you love her, of course she’ll believe you.”
    “There’s more, though.”
    “What? What more could there be?”
    “The guys, they did this to me. I remembered last night—in my dream—that the guys suggested Kings and vodka, and I agreed. I didn’t think I could be that bad at it, but then I realized they were cheating. I always ended with the last king and it seemed like I was always drinking. They did that to me, Rach. They did it so I wouldn’t recognize Ashley, they wanted us to have sex because they wanted me to stop waiting for ‘that bitch’,” he said with air quotes. “Then last night, when Brian called her that again, I wanted to kill him.”
    “Whoa, calm down. Last night, before the guys showed up, Ashley told me they told her they could set her up with you. You don’t want to kill them.”
    “No, I really do—”
    “Well, save it for later, focus on what you’ll say to Cass first. Get her back then you can pummel those idiot guys.”

Chapter Five

    C assidy stepped out of the entertainment room with her cereal bowl still in hand. Her mother had asked to see her, apparently she had some important news. “Mom?” Cassidy called out as she walked into the entrance hall.
    “In here, dear!” her mother called from her father’s study.
    Cassidy placed the bowl on a side table before she entered the room. “Yes?” she asked, closing the door behind her.
    “Good morning, dear, your father and I have to talk to you about something.”
    “You’re not getting a divorce, are you?” she joked. She knew her parents were in love even after their twenty-five years together.
    “Heavens no, princess,” her father said.
    “So what’s this about?”
    “One of your father’s mergers has decided they won’t merge unless they meet with your father again.” Cassidy’s father owned a large corporation in New York City that acquired other companies around the states and other countries around the world.
    “Where’s this one?” she asked.
    Her father paused a moment. “It’s in Paris.”
    “As in Paris, France?”
    “Yes, princess.”
    “When do you have to leave?” She sighed, used to her parents traveling and leaving her behind.
    “I’m on the next available flight tonight.” Cassidy knew what was coming next. Her mother had always wanted to go to Paris, and she usually went with her father on his important business trips for emotional support. “Your mother is coming too, Cass.”
    “So what about your New Year’s Eve Party?” She turned to her mother.
    “That’s the thing, dear. It’s too late to cancel it. I could never do that. I need you to be here and sort everything out.”
    “I don’t know the first thing about planning a party,” she protested.
    “Everything is already arranged, you just have to show the people where to put everything and where things are to be set up. You’ve seen them do this time and time again, it shouldn’t be too difficult.”
    There was no use in trying to argue with her mother, she did know where things went and what to do. Her mother had taught her well and even if Cassidy’s choice would have been to cancel the party, she knew her mother didn’t want that. This party had been an annual tradition for the past twenty-three years. Her mother wouldn’t

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