<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Cassiopeia entered the car and pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head so she could see inside the dimly lit interior. God, it was super bright outside. She sipped coffee from a travel cup, and had another cup full of water in her other hand. It was going to be a long morning. She didn't feel like speaking with Orion after last night, and so she looked out the window. Instead, she focused on the future. After her time here, she would head back to her own home, and after a while Orion would come visit her on her turf. <br/>
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Hmm, on her own turf. At the beginning of this visit she had been plotting on what she would do when he came to visit her. But now she was trying to prove that she wasn't a complete ass. That she was a human, and was capable of goodness and doing more than just rebelling against her mother and stepfather and being a princess. But she didn't know how to do that. How to make it up to him. <br/>
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Right now she was going to flirt with his teammates, and pretend she was fine. She would revert back to being Party Princess because that was what she was good at. That was what she knew how to do. She tried opening up last night, and it ended up in a disaster. Maybe, maybe back at her place, they could finally have sex together before their wedding night. <br/>
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They got to the field and Cassiopeia stepped out of the car, heeled ankle boots clacking across the sidewalk. Her jeans looked like they were painted on, they fit so well, but not in a slutty way. Her top slipped off her left shoulder, and barely brushed the top of her jeans. A broad-brimmed hat perched atop her head now that they were in the sun and her sunglasses were back on her face. Bracelets jingled on her wrists as she made her way to the bleachers to watch the practice. She set down in the middle where she would have a good view, water beside her. </span></span></span>