Eleanor's golf game was middling at best, but even she understood that a hole in one was the sport's crown jewel moment.
She hadn't expected that honor to land on Cassandra.
"Julian!"
Cassandra waved her club excitedly, not moving a step. She didn't need to.
Julian walked to her instead.
Standing on the green hillside, Cassandra wore a matching pink-and-white collared polo and skirt set, hair pulled into a ponytail, the whole look landing somewhere between sweet and athletic.
Combined with that hole in one, she'd instantly become the club's biggest attraction.
Wren and Danielle followed Julian over.
"Julian, you know her?" Wren asked, curious.
"I do." Julian nodded. "Cassandra. High school classmate. Runs design at Cross Group now."
"That young and already a department head!" Wre
