“Stay here; don’t move. Give me your keys,” Henrietta demanded the moment they got outside, Her hands outstretched.

Marissa rolled her eyes “I am not letting you drive my car.”

Henrietta folded her arms belligerently. “Why? I will have you know that I am a certified driver, ma'am.”

“Yeah, right. Tell that to Simon.” Nevertheless, she reached into her bag for her keys. She thought she might use the little trip to relax her back in the back seat instead of grappling with the steering wheel.

Henrietta eagerly stretched her hand to collect the keys, and Marissa drew her hand back with a narrowed look at her, saying, “If you...