*JESSE*
The evening had started with such promise—a glimmer of excitement surrounded me as we walked out of Vincenzo's room, dressed to impress. My red dress hugged my curves perfectly, boosting my confidence after our difficult conversation. Vincenzo resembled a Greek god, radiating danger and allure in his black tuxedo. My hair cooperated, and my makeup was flawless. But it seemed the universe had other plans, beginning with the car.
It was supposed to be a simple drive to the gala, but the moment the engine sputtered, and the dashboard lights flickered like a malfunctioning disco ball, I knew we were doomed. Waiting for the second car took forever, and our moods had plummeted like yesterday's financial markets. We were supposed to enter together as one, sending a message of unity, but
