Vienna made her way toward an anxious Vanessa, masking her anxiety with a warm smile before pulling Vanessa into a tight hug.
"What are you both doing here? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
Vanessa arched a brow.
"Should we have asked for permission? Or have you forgotten we're still your family?"
"That's not what I mean. How did you get in?"
"Mr. Clinton sent us these outfits and a driver. Don't worry, Aunt doesn't know. We made sure of it." Nisan answered.
Vienna's eyes swept over their outfits-clearly expensive, handpicked to match the evening's luxury like it has been prepared specially but that only deepened her unease.
"Do you have an idea what the party is about?" Vanessa questioned, her eyes sweeping over the place.
"Even if it's wedding, isn't this too much?" sh
