“That’s me,” she said, opening the back door and sliding in.
“Alright, let’s go,” he said, and the car started moving.
Georgia looked out of the window, the city lights starting to glow as the sun went down. She could see people walking around, some dressed up, some just heading home from work. She liked the energy of the evening, how everyone seemed to be moving a bit faster, with places to go.
She took a small breath and looked at herself in the car mirror. “You got this,” she whispered.
The driver caught her talking to herself in the mirror and laughed a bit. “Big night, huh?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Georgia said, smiling. “My best friend is having her first fashion show. I want to look good for her.”
“That’s nice. You look great already,” he said kindly.
“Thanks,” she replied. She loo
