*Brielle's POV*
I am, in a word, uncomfortable, and it is not because of Jonathan for once. It is this dress! If I knew we would be holding an impromptu stake out after dinner, I would have remembered to pack another outfit and would have thrown it in the back of my car to change into later.
We probably could have made it home and back here in time to see if we noticed anything, but it seemed like time was of the essence and that we needed to follow Vincent immediately after dinner. Jonathan had absolutely no complaints at the time, and I was being insistent.
Curses.
On a positive note, our impromptu stake out was going better than planned. With Jonathan behind the wheel of my car, we followed behind Vincent's car without issue all the way back to his family home. As far as we were
