I walked to the car with calculated strides and opened the door.

I slid in the back seat and smiled briefly at Gladys who was looking all glammed up.

She had her hair packed in a sleek bun and her lips looked glossy. She had a few bags with her and at that point, I knew what it was.

"I— I don't think this is a good idea," j managed to say.

"Common girl!" She chuckled. "Everything about getting some fun is a good idea. I've told you that countless times Tiff."

"I know," I defended. "I just don't think—"

"That's enough," she sad cutting me off. She handed the...