Clarke looked at herself in the mirror that stretched the length of her closet door. She had opted for a flowing, Grecian style indigo dress with a split up the right side. It was sleeveless and made her look like she had bigger breasts than she actually did. She had placed a silver clip in her hair to hold it back from her face. She looked a lot like an old Hollywood star, ready to attend a red carpet event. At least she looked the part even if she couldn't play it very well. Though, she was sure as usual her beauty would drive her mother nuts.
A knock came at her door, and she grabbed her clutch and walked out, locking the door. She wanted to get it over with. Vince looked taken aback by her rush as he struggled to keep up with her pace as she led the way towards her car. They had compromised on how they were getting there. She'd wanted to go separately, but Vince had pointed out that wouldn't look good. So, they were taking her car. Clarke knew that a white pickup wasn't going to get them very many points at the party.
Vince was able to rush in front of her and open her door for her. She looked at him for the first time, noticing his nice jeans without any tears with a lilac shirt tucked in and a black suit jacket. He actually looked pretty good. "You clean up well," she commented before climbing into the passenger seat. He followed, coming around the car and getting into the driver's seat. She laughed as he adjusted the seat backward and down. She had never had a man in her car before, so she didn't realize just how small a space she left on the driver's side.
He took off towards the address she'd already plugged into the GPS, and they sat there in silence on the way there until he finally turned on the radio. Now, instead of whistling, he was singing along to none other than "Sweet Child of Mine" by Guns N Roses. His voice was surprisingly good, but she chose to ignore it and looked at the window, watching the apartments and average size houses turn into large custom builds behind large gates. She found herself wondering about networking while she was at the party, but her mother had probably already poisoned them all against her. Hell, they probably remembered her from years past as Ms. Bennett's pitiful spinster of a daughter. Perhaps she wasn't that unlike Elizabeth Bennett.
Once there, she found herself feeling jittery and held onto Vince's hand even as they walked up to the dark blue door that led into the room where her fate would be decided. Was her mother going to figure them out? Was she going to embarrass her?