Adriana was all cuddled up in the back seat of the car. She wore her hair in the messiest bun one could ever imagine, with her baggy grey shirt and sweatpants.
She sipped on her latte as she remembered the fuss she created earlier when Daven said she couldn't come.
"If I can't come, you can't go either!" She had said, clutching tightly at his shirt.
The look she had given him was enough to male him give up.
"Fuck! What's taking him so long?" Daven gripped on the steering wheel. Anxiety was grouping him.
"Maybe he got caught up in some work," Adriana tried to make him feel better.
But honestly, she was equally as worried as he was.
'What if the butler doesn't show up?' 'What if Anthony buys him with luxury and money?' or worse, what if he threatens him.
Her thoughts were destroyed by the sound of the front door opening and shutting within seconds.
