Last night was hilarious; Jordan thought he had actually won a million dollars. Luckily, we know which bank he’s headed to. Arlene stayed over so we could leave together.
I woke up at 6:00 am to get to the bank by 7:30 am.
I knocked on Arlene’s door, but she groaned, “It’s six in the morning, I need my sleep.”
“Too bad, we have to beat Jordan to the bank,” I replied.
She sighed.
I texted Luke: “Happy birthday! How does it feel to be eighteen?”
No response, so he must still be asleep.
I returned to my room to find something suitable to wear to the bank. I showered, brushed my teeth, and chose a black high-waisted skirt with a matching blouse and jacket, black stockings and heels. My hair was in a ponytail, and I finished with makeup, glasses, and my large handbag filled with newspap
