The limousine stopped and the driver opened the door for Corey and Merve.
Corey stepped out first from the car and offered his hand to Merve.
Merve got out and observed the street. She expected a school, or a hotel, or a hall, or some other place where a dance party can be held, and she found herself in an unfamiliar residential area, surrounded by tall non-impressive buildings. During the drive, she was gazing at Corey and didn't pay attention to where they are going. But they are not far, the drive was less than half an hour long.
"Where are we?" Merve asked Corey.
Corey smiled nervously. "I want you to meet my mother."
Merve's eyes widened and she panicked. "Now? No. I don't have a present. And I'm not dressed for the occasion!"
Corey held her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "There is no need for a present, but if you insist on one, you can bring it next time. And your dress is amazing. You are perfect. Come…"
