Chapter 97

Cassandra racked her brains all night long trying to figure out a way to get Charlotte to move in with the Taylors. In the end, she came up with a plan — whether it would work or not, she wasn’t sure. She picked up her phone and called Damien. The call barely rang before that familiar smooth voice came through, laced with playful sarcasm. “Well, well, the mighty Miss Taylor actually called me first. Is it snowing in the Sahara today?” “Is it that big of a deal that I called you first?” Cassandra replied with a small, annoyed laugh. He smirked on the other end. “Not at all. I’m flattered. So what’s up? Planning a holiday date with me, Candy?” Cassandra’s cheeks heated at his teasing. She rolled her eyes inwardly. Right, as if she wanted to go out with this egomaniac. “So, Mr. Blackwood, do you happen to be free today?” she asked, playing along with a vague tone. Damien raised his brows in surprise. He hadn’t expected her to admit it so easily. “Of course,” he said, clearly amused. “Grea