Make Over Part 1

Wilson

For the first half of the car ride, things went smoothly. The music stayed loud and Georgia kept her mouth shut. Then around the hour mark, she turned the volume down.

"I'll be parking my car right outside of the city and a driver will be picking us up to chauffeur us the rest of the way," she told me.

"Why don't we just stop at a station and ride in?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Why would I ride in on dirty public transport when I have a driver who gets paid to drive these streets?"

While I wasn't the biggest fan of public transport either, I wouldn't have gone that far. The subways and trains were very useful in the crowded city. We'd probably be sitting in traffic longer than it would talke to ride into the city. I didn't argue though. I figured

my words would fall upon deaf ears. Georgia seemed the type to do whatever she wanted no matter what anyone else said.

And I was getting paid to do this, so I didn't have much say anyway.

"Where are we going?" I asked, looking down at my