The parking lot was already buzzing long before Elaine even stepped out of her car at the singles' mixer.
Music drifted from the venue where clusters of dressed-up twenty-somethings laughed under the orange streetlights. The whole scene had the energy of a night that would either be unforgettable or a total disaster. Elaine hoped for something in the middle.
She smoothed her hands over her outfit. The Ivoire dress Enzo had shoved at her with a deadpan, "This one. It fits your undertone." And he was right.
Her friends spotted her the moment she opened the car door. She heard Simone before she even saw him.
"Elaaaine!" He cried out, waving both arms. "Oh my god, finally… Hold up, wait," he stopped dead in his tracks, looking her up and down. "What are you wearing?!"
Elaine blinked, nudging her car door closed. "Good evening…?"
