Cassandra
Cassandra, nicknamed Kasey, is fresh out of university with an honours degree in fashion and design. She is determined to have her clothes on her catwalk, thinking she may have found this chance with Peter, only to find he had other ideas that she was not prepared to indulge in, as she knew he was married.
Totally disillusioned and down, her father slipped a card to her at breakfast, saying, “I met this chap last night at a dinner, and he’s a photographer who does a lot of catwalk work, so I briefly mentioned you, and he said he’d be happy to take you along sometime. If you’re interested, give him a ring.”
Not particularly interested at this point but decided later that day she would phone him. They arrange to meet in a local car park. Standing there watching all the cars coming in, she was expecting a middle-aged man, possibly in a beaten-up Fiat, when a bright red Ferrari drove in and then stopped right in front of her.
‘I wish,’ she thought, when a very good-looking man in his 30s wearing tight-fitting chinos and a white shirt saying, ‘Cassandra’. I’m your lift.