Chapter Ten Peyton“Come on, Gram! Our ride is here!”
I put on my favorite gold chandelier earrings and checked my makeup one last time in the foyer’s full-length mirror. Josh’s last-minute invite to a formal corporate event might have thrown me if not for my stockpile of bridesmaid dresses. Luckily, this emerald-green dress from a wedding last winter still fits like a glove. It’s modest, to the knee, and has cap sleeves. It looks particularly good paired with my game face. I’m ready to network like a boss. Because, well, I am a boss.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch!” Gram squawks. “I’m comin’!”
I peer out the window to make sure the sleek black town car in our driveway hasn’t left without us. I was perfectly satisfied with driving ourselves or taking public transit to the event, but
