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“Oh, nothing. Sasha is sending me a car to take me to the gala.”
She wiggled her brow in excitement. “Oh, fancy. I’m so happy for you.” She gave me the best hug she could so as to not wrinkle my dress or anything.
I only waited a few more minutes before the buzzer went off downstairs. Ivy never had to ring it because the door man knew her by now. I was surprised this place even had one of those, seeing as it was already in a subpar neighborhood.
“That’s him, your chariot awaits.”
“You should stick around here if you want.” Ivy didn’t have a car either, and I didn’t really want her walking home in the dark.
“Sure. I’ll probably finish your frozen dinners though.” She giggled softly.
I grabbed my phone and thin black wallet. I wished my phone fit inside of my wallet, but it didn’t.
“No problem. Thank you so much for all your help, I literally wouldn’t be able to go if you hadn’t helped me.” She made a sad face as she clutched her chest.
“Aww, it was my pleasure. You’re my best friend.”
I smiled and set off before I left the driver waiting too long. It was odd, going down the dingy staircase in this elaborate gown and makeup. But once I made it outside, it all came into perspective. The driver was easy to place, his tailored suit made sure of that.
“Miss Michelle, correct?” I nodded.
“Just Emilia.”
He was an older man, his face hardened and his hair was a salt and pepper color. He had muscle on him too, he might be a bodyguard as well, but I doubted Sasha would send me a body guard just to go to a gala.
He opened the back door to a sleek, black sedan for me. I didn’t know cars, but maybe it was a Mercedes. He shut the door behind me and quickly walked to the other side. I settled into the plush leather seat and buckled myself in.
“The drive isn’t long, but once we get there we may have traffic. Sasha told me to bring you around the back if need be.” He explained to me.
“Thank you.” I wanted to see the front entrance under the moon light, how the flowers would look under the twinkling lights the decorators hung.
In time, I guess. I just had to get in the place first before I got ahead of myself. I was nervous already, my fingers twiddling of their own accord. I pointed the vent fan towards me so I wouldn’t have any nervous sweats too. I just needed to relax.
He clicked on some smooth jazz music, and I felt like was stepping into a night I could only dream about.
Chapter Seven: Tristan
The four of us were hardly ever together.
I sat next to my sister, and my parents were across from us in the limo. My dad, he was pretty much my twin. Women still hit on him too, I could only hope that I would age like him. I was already entering the perpetual loneliness of divorced life. I have to admit, I wish it were as easy for me as it were for my parents.
They met in college. They were friends first, dated, and then got married. I was already divorced at thirty, still having sex with baristas in supply closets. With a condom, of course.
“You need to look like you want to be here.” Natalie whispered to me.
Mom and dad were off in their own world, their faces close as they held their conversation.
“I can try. Can’t really promise anything.” I adjusted the cuff of my shirt, I hated suits. Even when I went in the office every day, I never wore them.
“And be nice to everyone. I know they can be nosy, but sometimes they mean well.” She meant I should ignore everyone prying into my personal life about Vivian.
It was none of their fucking business, but god forbid you tell them that. They took it as a direct insult.
“Right. I’ll keep that in mind.”
The only reason I was even going to this thing was because Sasha was such a sweet old lady, and it is a good cause after all. If it were anyone else, I probably wouldn’t be going
The drive was pretty long since the ballroom was all the way downtown. And then once we got there, we were up to our fucking necks in traffic.
