Our impromptu dinner night had turned into a long one because Charlotte and I had to become like undercover agents when we bid each other goodbye. We literally followed where Irene was going discreetly in fear that she would actually go in and barge at Lucas’ house.
Guess what?
We were indeed damn right.
The way both Charlotte and I panicked when we saw Irene’s car going into a direction far from her house and the turn she made on her way to the village where Lucas lives were immaculate. We were trying not to be seen by Irene, and at the same time, drive fast enough so that we could catch up to her.
“Hey, s**t! Let’s quit being discreet and just straight up stop her!” Charlotte said in panic on the other line. We were currently calling each other as we tailed Irene, and I did the initi
