The car came to a stop and Gabriela leaned towards the window, looking at the tall, imposing building outside. Her hands tightened on her skirt — her mother had insisted she wore a simple, straight dress that reached her knees instead of her usual pants and shirt. Mrs. Grant even put her hair in a bun for her when she came by to pick them up in the morning.
Kyle’s hand slid over hers, squeezing it gently. She turned to look at him, only to find him smiling with the confidence she was lacking this morning. Her nervousness slowly dissipated and she let out a heavy sigh.
“Ready?” Mrs. Grant asked from the driver’s seat.
“Ready!” Gabriela nodded, pushing the door open and stepping outside. Kyle followed, adjusting his tie and slipping on his jacket. He had surprised her when he pulled a sui
