TIFFANY'S POV
The agency bus dropped her at Shawn's place and she hurriedly went inside to prepare.
She got to her room and was at a loss on what to wear, not until she remembered the white velvet gown her father got her on her eighteenth birthday.
She was preparing when Shawn's text came in. “Be ready by 6. I will be coming to pick you up” The text read.
She hastened her preparation and was putting final touches to her look when she heard the car honk.
She checked herself in the mirror one last time before picking up her red clutch purse and heading out.
“Hi.” She greeted, as she got into the back seat.
“Hi.” He had replied, without casting her a single look. It irked her, because she didn't know why, but she wanted him to look at her.
He didn't say a word to her until he stopped
