Chapter 77

Cassandra looked at her own slender frame, then quietly slid into the front passenger seat. Ryan smirked, adjusting the dogs in the backseat. He reached out to ruffle their heads. All that dog food didn't go to waste. He appreciated how sturdy they were. The dogs were thriving. Two of them took up the entire backseat, while the third had been relegated to the trunk space. By the time he got back into the driver's seat, Cassandra was tapping away at her phone. He glanced over. "What are you posting?" "Something on Twitter." Curious, he pulled out his phone to check. The moment he saw her post, he went speechless. "Got kicked up to the front seat just so the dogs could ride comfortably in the back. Life is tough!" Attached was a picture she'd just taken—three giant dog heads staring blankly into the camera. Cassandra knew exactly what she was doing. At this point, everyone in the hotel—from Lilian to the janitors recognized her. Who knew how many people had already see