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happy to see this.”<br />
“Yours, maybe,” Will said, tipping his Huck hat. “Cassie, I’ll see you at work<br />
tomorrow.”<br />
I watched him walk right past Tracina and out the door.<br />
“So, Cassie Robichaud, not from Mandeville. Where were we?”<br />
“Funnily enough I live on Mandeville Street in Marigny, but I’m from Michigan. But<br />
it’s a French name from my dad’s side. But I’m not sure really about its origins …”<br />
You’re talking too much, Cassie!<br />
“Right. I’ll be sure to stop by the booth to make a donation before I leave,” he said,<br />
bowing slightly.<br />
Rich, powerful people didn’t easily dazzle me, but this man had charisma.<br />
Suddenly, Tracina was eager to volunteer. “I’ll take over from here,” she said, ducking<br />
behind the booth. “Will left, so I can stay and help. You can go home now. Besides, you<br />
don’t have a costume.”<br />
“Did you know Will knew him?” I asked.<br />
“They’re childhood friends.”<br />
“I see. Okay, then. Um, I guess it’s time for me to leave.”<br />
“Yes, run really fast,” she said, not looking at me, watching Pierre take a seat near the<br />
front of the room.<br />
The bachelorette auction would soon be under way. I looked down at my outt.<br />
Tracina had been right all along. I was just the scullery maid. Now that the dishes were<br />
done, it was time to go. I made my way through the lobby, looking for Will. Instead I<br />
spotted Matilda talking on a cell phone, heading straight for me. She said goodbye to<br />
whomever she was speaking with and snapped the phone shut. That’s when I noticed<br />
her costume, a stunning mermaid dress covered in emerald sequins, a small crown<br />
perched on her head.<br />
“Cassie! Wait! Where are you going?”<br />
“I nished my shift at the donation booth. I’m going home. Thanks by the way for the<br />
donation. It was very gen—”<br />
“No, you’re not going home,” she said, grabbing me by the arm, turning me around<br />
and trotting me towards a door marked PRIVATE. “I realize we’ve kept this well under<br />
wraps, but tonight is … well, it’s your special night, Cassie.”<br />
“Tonight?” I said, realizing with a shock that she meant she had a fantasy in store for<br />
me. “But I’m wearing—”<br />
“Don’t worry. Help is on the way.”<br />
She waved a card at a small white security box on the wall and a door clicked open.<br />
Inside was a cozy dressing room where Amani and another woman I vaguely recognized<br />
were perched on silk-covered stools. They stood when we entered, agitation on their<br />
faces. To their left was a dressing table with a mirror framed by lightbulbs, makeup<br />
carefully organized on a white towel. Hanging on a rack nearby was a beautiful pale<br />
pink dress that hung to the oor. I wasn’t really a girly-girl, but this satiny ball gown<br />
tickled something very ancient in my DNA. Beneath it was a pair of stunning sparkly