“But it’s not the same!” Rachel pressed. “This was your wedding home. It means something. Doing this, honestly, cuts deep.”
Persistent, Cassandra rolled her eyes. “If he finds out, it’ll just turn into another fight, questions, nagging, headaches. I don’t have the time for that. And really, what’s the big deal? That scar on his body? He got it for me. Do you think a guy who loves me that much would ever walk away over one stupid house? Please.”
A few of her friends began teasing.
“I get it, I get it. Cassandra’s just doing it all for Daniel. Honestly, who wouldn’t fall head over heels for a male model like him?”
“Ha! Didn’t we all bet back in the day that Cassandra would end up with Daniel? Beauty and talent. Perfect match!”
For a moment, Cassandra’s smile faltered. “Cut it out, will you? If Nathan ever hears this, it’ll just blow up in my face. I’m begging you. Drop it.”
That only made them laugh harder.
“Alright, alright, we’ll stop. Still, Cassandra, you’ve really got Nathan wrapped around your little finger.”
Just then, her phone lit up on the table. The screen showed: Daniel.
The room fell into silence, her friends exchanging sly glances.
“Well, speak of the devil,” someone muttered.