All was forgiven.

Or so Cassandra thought.

She strode past the staff of Blackwell's group with her hands wrapped tightly around Booker's sleeve.

Every head bowed slightly when they reached Booker, but flashed her a smile; some even called her name when they reached her.

“Welcome, Mrs Blackwell.”

“Welcome, Mr and Mrs Blackwell.”

“Welcome, Sir and Madam. Right this way.”

Cassandra could barely hold back a smile. This was how things were supposed to be.

She and Booker holding ...