Victoria's POV 

Anita rose up too as her phone buzzed silently. “Sure, I can. But we have to get you out of this outfit first.” She didn't pick her call.

I stared down at my clothes. "I don't think it's necessary since I will be in your car.”

"I thought you don't want to follow George home. Don't you think he will be searching everywhere for you? Where is your phone by the way?”

I ran a hand over my ruffled hair with a sigh. "I forgot it at home in my haste." I hoped my appearance didn't look worse than I imagined. I also hoped my mouth didn't smell...