Chapter 59. Mood Spoiler

CHARLOTTE

When we got home, the awkwardness between Olive and me lingered like a thick cloud no one wanted to acknowledge. I really wished we could address it; I couldn’t afford to lose the only friend I had.

I sighed and walked into the house after Olive pulled the door open. Emma, blissfully oblivious, twirled her hair as she entered behind us.

Before I could say a word to Olive, she started gushing about her joyride.

“Gosh, that car is everything! The lights, the sound system—I felt like a vixen in an aesthetic music video! And you know what? We’re totally taking it to the party.”

I looked at Olive, waiting for her reaction to Emma’s suggestion. But her face was still dark.

“It’s not ours to take, Emma,” she said.

“Well, I asked those men, and they said it’s yours, so why can’t we take it?” Emma replied with a frown.

I glanced at Olive again; she was busy at the refrigerator.

“If Olive wants to take the old car, then… that’s w