His Fake Fiancee
"You'll be fine. You look hot. Stop acting like Bambi and come on."
After thanking the driver, I immediately hear the music thumping from inside the building. We walk up to the bouncer, shielded from the rain underneath a cover.
Looking over, a girl in an orange getup crosses her arms, raising her eyebrows. I bite my lower lip when I catch Jenna winking at her with a grin.
I lean into her. "Don't we need to wait in line?"
Jenna just smiles at me.
A small man dressed in all black approaches through the haze. He appears to be some sort of host, judging by the clipboard in his hand. "Hi, ladies." His voice is hardly audible over the nearby chatter and clattering of thick rain. "Are you on the l