*****
After the prom night, Brenda was heading to her car in the parking lot, where her driver was waiting for her.
She drank to her heart's content after getting her revenge on Ariana but little did she know that there was something more waiting for her.
Brenda sauntered through the parking lot, her head held high, a sly smile playing on her lips. She had done it. She had successfully gotten her revenge on Ariana, and now she was ready to bask in the glory of her victory.
As she approached her car, she noticed that something was off. The driver who was supposed to be waiting for her was nowhere to be seen.
Brenda frowned. Something wasn't right.
She pulled out her phone and tried to call her driver, but the call went straight to voicemail.
`why isn't Mr.Dray picking up!" she felt really tipsy and needed to go home to get some rest.
