Along the way to the restaurant I began to feel nauseous. Something wasn’t settling right with me and I couldn’t figure out what it was. I really didn’t want to go to this dinner.
Liam, Mia, Carlos and I drove here together. Rena insisted that we all arrive together but Mia had taken a little longer than expected when the cheap material of her dress tore right at the side.
Luckily Mindi is a miracle worker and got her all patched up. Marcos, Elena and Christian were all waiting outside for us.
“Glad you could join us,” Marcos beamed at us.
“Girls you look exquisite,” Elena gushed.
“Shall we?” Christian held out his arm for me.
“Thank you,” I tried to give him a little curtsy, but in this dress I’d be lucky if I could sit without it tearing.
“Remember, keep your head up,” he whispere
