Casey wound her way back to the cash desk. She searched the sea of faces but Andrew had gone. I wonder what it was he wanted? He had been so supportive of her having to work late today; she couldn’t understand his sudden need to talk to her, particularly not in the middle of such a busy day. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to imagine what could have been so important. Maybe she should have let him have his say. Guilt began gnawing at her. Shrugging it off as best as she could, she turned back to the business at hand. Right now nothing was more important than the mystery gala and getting all these customers taken care of.
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