 Frangelina || twitter addict || Music of the Sun || The Fresh Princess of Bellaire
47. Portkey
"Ugh I really hate having to travel by portkey." Cassie said as her feet hit the ground. She frowned down at her feet as dust got all over her strappy slippers. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and straightened her pencil skirt. Why her client insisted on using portkey to the location he wanted his wedding reception at was beyond her and she was even more disappointed when they got there. The grass was brown..there were insects and the vibe was all wrong. She gave him a look and clasped her hands. "Sir don't worry I've got this."
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