Lucy HaleThe engine hummed softly beneath us as the car slid onto the main road, its polished surface reflecting the morning light. Mrs Clair had insisted we use the company car.She thought it was only proper, given the importance of the event. I sat in the passenger seat, seatbelt neatly hugging my front, posture composed.Though inside, I was anything but.I sighed, nerves started to build on my spine.Mia gripped the steering wheel tighter, her shoulders stiff. “I can’t believe this,” she muttered, eyes fixed firmly ahead. “An actual Hawthorne family event. I feel like I’m going to mess something up, Lucy.”“You won’t,” I chirped, patting her shoulder gently though my own voice felt far away. “You’re doing great.”She laughed nervously. “You say that now. Wait until we arrive.”I didn’t answer, only huffed a laugh.Because I know I couldn't hide my nervousness as well.The suits hung carefully in the backseat, protected by garment bags, swaying gently with every turn. One b
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