“Are you all ready?” I ask.
She nods and then Charlotte jumps up and pulls her into a hug.
“We really need to arrange a night out soon. I’ll speak with Sia.”
“Yes, and I’ll ask Chlo. Oh god, I haven’t dressed up in ages. Oooh, I’ve got this little black dress, still with the tags on, that needs a night on the town.”
The girls soon spiral into an animated discussion about short dresses, fake tanning, and shoes. I hear a muffled groan that the girls don’t catch because they’re too busy talking, but I did, and the culprit sits not eight feet away pulling on the back of his neck with a clenched jaw.
The other boys notice, too, and Adam and Callan hop right up, putting an end to the conversation before Gunner has a conniption.
“Hey, Vivienne, don’t be a stranger, okay? We need more of you
