It seemed so informal to walk over to a dinner like this, but it also seemed stupid to drive thirty yards. Although seeming stupid didn't sound so bad, the heels I chose to wear were seeming to be difficult as I tried to make my way across the grass. Sinking into the grass looking like a drunken i***t was not going to work for the vibe I was going for tonight. Luckily, no one was outside, and I made it to the front steps before another car pulled up.
Beta Taylor stepped out of the driver's side, walking around to open the door for his wife Cayla.
“Good evening Ben, Lucy” he said with a small tilt of his head.
“ Evening,” my dad replied. My mom and Cayla hugging in greeting. Then Cayla turned to me, greeting me the very same.
“ You look ravishing, my dear” she spoke in my ear. I gav
