Lauretta’s Pov
The driver pulled up before the venue, came down from the limo, then opened the door for us. My mom got down first, then I followed suit.
“You look sad. What is it, my child?” My mom asked me; the worry not leaving her face.
“The press. They should be here taking pictures and flooding them on social media. How are my friends going to know that I attended this party in a limo?” I grumbled.
“Come on, sweets. We can always take pictures ourselves.”
“Yes, I know. But wouldn’t it be honorable if they saw the videos and pictures on the top bloggers’ page? They would be so shocked, especially the ones who doubted me.”
“True but you shouldn’t jump to conclusions. I am sure the press are inside. Maybe two or three. You know this is a private party and it was hard to get a pa
