The soft feeling of Cassie's hands, the taste of her lips, how graceful and elegant she was. Izzie was entrapped within a spell that had been written by nail polish, girl talk and bottles of wine. Something that had never happened before, yet seemed that it was supposed to have happened before this. Touching Cassandra, being touched by her in return felt so natural. How kissing, being kissed in a way that made her feel loved and beyond wanted.<em>"This feels good..."</em>was the last conscience though Isabelle had before darkness took over.<br/><br/>Blue eyes opened and stared up at the ceiling, light flowed into the room from the window. Isabelle's head was hurting and she for the very first time couldn't remember what had happened the night before.<em>"What the fuck happened.... I only had wine..."</em>Slowly Izzie began to sit up, realizing that she had been upon the floor with her off. Even more confused in the moment she was, why were her shirt and bra gone, why did nipples slightly ache, why had she been upon the floor?<br/><br/>After finally moving to stand up, Isabelle began moving towards the bathroom and had a thought;<em>"Did something happen...Did Cassie and I.... Omg..."</em>Panic began to set in, daily routine was done, take a shower, get dressed, do hair and make-up. Avoid the other side of the loft where Cassie mostly  resided, before walking out the door and heading to the Bakery. She needed to take her mind off of things and what better way than baking and decorating a few treats, perhaps a nice conversation could be had this day, even when Isabelle was feeling less than talkative at the present time.