Chapter 60. What the Heck

CHARLOTTE

“Miami. We’ve got a pool party to attend,” Emma replied immediately before anyone else could.

“Miami?” Angela raised an eyebrow. “And what kind of party is this?”

Emma flipped her hair.

“Just a singles mingle party. Nothing serious.”

Angela’s gaze shifted to me.

“Well, enjoy yourselves. Especially you, Charlotte.”

I smiled back at her and muttered a quick thanks.

After the call ended, the ride was quiet—steady, smooth enough that I almost dozed off—until the driver slowed.

The car eased to a halt, and I blinked at the sudden wash of white floodlights cutting across the tinted windows.

Emma perked up instantly, her lips curling into a smile.

“Finally. I was beginning to think we’d never get there.”

Olive leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she peered outside.

“Wait… this doesn’t look like the main airport terminal.”

My brows knitted. She was right.

This wasn’t the chaotic bustle of t