Mitchell Thompson stood at the doorway of his mother's apartment, ruffling his light brown hair nervously while waiting for her to open the door after he had rung the bell. A few minutes later, the door was opened and he was greeted by his mother, Ophelia Thompson.

"Hello darling," she said, letting him in and kissing him on the cheek. Her slightly greying brown hair was up in a bun, and she had an apron around her neck.

"Hi Mum," he greeted.

"Where's Mandy?" she asked, looking around behind him, as if expecting to see someone else there. "Is she coming later?"

"Uh," Mitch didn't know what to say. How was he supposed to tell his mother that he had broken off his engagement with Mandy two days ago? Ophelia's dream was to see her son settle down, in fact, it was her goal in life. Mitch was sure she wouldn't let him off easy when she found out.

Ophelia was looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. Mitch sighed, knowing he couldn't put it off any longer.

"Look Mum, Mandy and I were never going to work out..."

"You broke up with her? Oh Mitch. Really, you're not getting any younger, you can't keep going from girl to girl," said Ophelia, obviously disappointed, and slightly annoyed with her son. She had thought Mandy was the last one, they were engaged after all, and now this.

"I'm only twenty-eight Mum," Mitch muttered, moving into the living room and sitting down on the couch. Ophelia followed.

"Only twenty-eight?" she said, her hands on her hips. "Mitchell, twenty-eight isn't young anymore."

Mitchell didn't answer. He knew better than to argue with his mother when she was talking about him getting married. He really didn't see what the big deal was. He was co-owner of the Exquisite restaurant chains in New York, which meant plenty of cash rolling in every month, he drove an Aston Martin convertible, had a penthouse to himself, and if he may say so himself, he had extremely attractive features. In his opinion, he was having the time of his life, all without a wife. He didn't need a woman, they were only there to entertain him and be an occasional arm candy at social functions.

Whatever the case, Ophelia wasn't going to give up. She was bent on getting her son to get married as soon as possible.

"You know, one of my friends have this beautiful daughter, and I hear she's single and –"

"Mum, you know I hate it when you try to match make. Look, I'll find a girl when the time comes ok? Just don't go setting me up, you know how badly it went the last time you tried," said Mitch.

Ophelia didn't need reminding. The last time she had set him up with one of her customers' daughter (she worked as a florist), and that had gone horribly. The date had ended with the girl pouring champagne over Mitchell's head and storming out of the restaurant they were supposed to be dining in.

She shook her head and sighed. Something had to be done.


Cassie Birkin had just arrived at the airport in New York City. Having just flown in from Los Angeles after spending almost two years there on work, she felt good to be back. Plus, she was looking forward to the promotion she was expecting when she got back.

Spotting her parents, she went over and greeted them with a hug each.

"Cassie, we've missed you so much!" said her mother Roxanne.

"I missed you guys too," said Cassie, grinning at her parents. Her father, George, grabbed up her luggage as they made their way out of the airport.

"How was the flight?" asked George.

"It was alright," Cassie said, smiling at her father.

"Cassie, we found this wonderful place for you, and the rent is low too. My friend knows the owner personally and he agreed to rent it out at a much lower price," said Roxanne, as they made their way to the car.

"Really? That's awesome Mum! Thanks! So when can I move in?" she asked. She had asked her parents to look for an apartment for her before she got back. She told them she needed her own space and thought it would be better if she moved out of their home, and they had agreed, though a little reluctantly.

"This weekend actually."

"Can I see the place first?"

"Uh, no, he says he doesn't have time to show you to apartment, but trust me darling, I've seen it and it's wonderful," Roxanne assured her daughter.

"Oh, alright then," said Cassie, helping her father load the luggage into the back of the car.

Getting into the car, Cassie leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Her work as a small time movie producer was tough, but all the years of hard work finally paid off. She was being promoted to Executive Producer once she gets back to work at the office. She thought she fully deserved it. She did after all sacrifice a lot to get to where she was now. Ivan was one of the sacrifices.

Honestly, she was surprised her mother hadn't started harping on it yet. Ivan had been her boyfriend for five years. When she had to move to L.A. for two years, they had agreed to keep the relationship going, but the long distance thing proved too hard for them and they broke it off six months ago. Roxanne had taken every chance she had to convince Cassie to get back with Ivan. There was no wonder why, for Ivan was the ideal guy, with a stable job and a good nature. Roxanne had absolutely adored him. But Cassie knew it wouldn't have worked out.

She stared out of the car window, sinking deeper into the seat. The lights in New York City were bright and flashing. She had missed the life back here. Once she got back home, she was going to take a nice warm bath and call Sophie.

Well scratch that, cause at that moment, her cellphone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and grinned. Trust Sophie to call on time.

"Hey Soph," she said.

"Oh my God! Cassie! I can't believe you're back!" Sophie exclaimed over the phone. Cassie laughed.

Sophie had been her best friend since high school, and they worked in the same company. They had been there for each other through everything that had happened in the past ten years or so, and she was so bubbly that it was impossible to be down when you're around her.

"Yes I'm back. I thought I was supposed to call you later tonight?" she said.

"Yes I know, but I got a little too excited. I wanted to talk to you again!" said Sophie. "So how was the flight?"

"It was alright..." said Cassie, repeating what she had said to her father earlier.

"Better than alright I'm betting. I heard they flew you back first class?"

"Where'd you hear that from?" asked Cassie.

"People in the office. Everyone's psyched that you're coming back. Of course now that you're back, you'll be promoted, then we'll all be reporting to you," said Sophie. Cassie could almost feel Sophie grinning over the phone. "So are you coming back tomorrow or what?"

"I don't think so, probably the day after that. They told me I could stay at home and rest for tomorrow," said Cassie.

"Alright, then why don't we head out for coffee tomorrow then? Look for me at my lunch break?"

"Sure, see you tomorrow then," she said.

"Can't wait!"


A/N: hello everyone! the first chapter is basically just introducing the characters to you, so it may be a little flat. But subsequent chapters will be better. Review please! thanks :)