Cassie Lenoir May Cupp May 2026

May grinned. She had a grin that tilted left, like it had a mind of its own. “I’m May. May Cupp. And you’re Cassie Lenoir, formerly of Portland, formerly of a broken engagement, and currently hiding in a town of three thousand people who don’t know your last name yet.”

“Because I did the same thing,” May said. “Left a law firm, a fiancé, a penthouse with a view of the wrong river. Came here to paint. Turns out, I’m a terrible painter. But I make a mean sourdough.” cassie lenoir may cupp

Outside, the streetlights flickered on. Inside, Cassie reached over and took May’s hand. Not romantic—not yet. Just a bridge. Just a I see you . May grinned