"Are you going to be driving us there?" Celeste asked once Jen was finished with her own makeup and was certain that she had found the right clutch purse to match her champagne dress.
"No, you know my father would kill if he found out I was going without telling him." Jen scoffed as she picked up her phone. She might've lived on her own, but her father was still in control of where she took the car of weeknights and weekends. He didn't trust his daughter to have good discretion in what she did or where she went.
"A friend is going to be coming to pick us up instead. Harder for my father to know if I leave the car behind." She sat on the bed as she texted said friend to find out how far out they where.
This was the first time Celeste had heard that a third person would be tagging along. If they were going, why did she even have to go?
