Cassie.

“There is absolutely no way this is going to fucking work,” I said out loud as I stood before the mirror, staring at my reflection. They had expected me to go out looking like I stepped out of a dominatrix book dressed in black leather pants and a backless red halter top with no bra and bad girl vibes to a small party in the center of town.

Now, granted, I was all down for the look. It was actually something I would have picked out for myself had I been back on ...