Cassandra Reid

I take a look of her once again. Her auburn curls are now wavier and auburn, extra pounds have melted away giving her the most spectacular body I've ever seen, including Leah's, and the rimless glasses are gone. However, it is her, I would recognize anywhere that gray and gold heterochromia

"Wendy Lambert", without wasting another second, I run towards her. "Look what the wind brought".

"Cass, for God's sake!". We hugged each other so tightly that we were about to shed tears of happiness. My childhood friend is here, in Florence, in front of me... "I can't believe it!"

"That makes two of us", I point out. "How long has it been? Ten years?"

"Nine to be exact", she says once we've parted ways, "since you went to Harvard and I went to Yale".

"Right, but the important thing is that we both managed to graduate", I point out. As girls we used to play doctor together, it was our favorite game. The love of medicine was a feeling we cultivated together and we had plans to study