Sebastian reached the exit just as two familiar voices pierced the night.
Cecilia and Maya.
They were in the driveway near the bushes, still covered in wilted lettuce and streaks of vinaigrette, arguing like the world owed them an audience.
Cecilia spotted him first. “Sebastian! Finally. Take us home.”
He stared at them, stunned. “What are you doing out here? You were thrown out an hour ago.”
Maya rolled her eyes, arms crossed. “We were waiting for you. Obviously.”
“You smell like a salad,” Sebastian muttered.
Maya glared. “Because someone—” she jabbed a finger at Cecilia “—ruined everything.”
Cecilia gasped. “You stepped on my gown!”
“You stepped on mine!”
“You pushed me!”
“You tripped me!”
Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose. “Get in the car.”
They climbed in, still bic
