Author's POV:
Meanwhile, Jaxon just noticed what Genevieve was wearing. She had changed into a short gold dress with frills attached to the bottom. Her hair which had been cascading down her back like a waterfall was now in a high ponytail.
He wondered how she had the time to change and when she had even found the time.
“So, you're what? Back for good?” Jackson asked, emptying the can of beer he had been drinking into a cup.
“I'm back for good, baby,” Genevieve said with a smirk. She threw her hands over her head and grinned. “Genevieve is back!”
“Your father could never really stop you from doing what you want,” Jaxon commented. He looked out the screen door to the crowd gyrating to the music. He never understood why people went to clubs.
It was loud, rowdy, and full of people. Mayb
