The limo slowed for a traffic light, and Trent wished he could see out the tinted window better. He thought they were almost to the location of the awards ceremony, a theater in the main part of downtown Nashville, but it was hard to tell with his limited vantage point.
Next to him, Celia was chattering nervously. She hadn’t stopped talking since she’d gotten in the car, almost a half hour ago. She looked stunning in a long red and silver gown with her hair pulled up in a clip on the back of her head. He hadn’t thought her short hair was long enough for an updo, but clearly it was, and she looked even more elegant than usual. But the fact that she wouldn’t stop talking was beginning to wear on him. Trent was nervous enough about having to stand up in front of a room full of his peers and give a speech; her inability to quiet herself wasn’t giving him even a moment to attempt to take some deep breaths and calm down.
