Mansfield Park Novels & Stories

My father promised that her car would be mine on my eighteenth birthday. Smiling, I placed the cover back, then headed back inside. After making dinner, I realized how late it was, and my father was still not home. He must have had a last-minute client. I think nothing of it and run upstairs to get ready for the club. Meeting in the parking lot, my friends and I walk to the entrance to stand in the long line at Mystic Pleasures. A club most popular for crazy nights and not checking fake IDs closely. "I can not get over that dress, Bristol. You look freaking hot!" Brinley playfully fanned herself.