Callan drove smoothly through the evening traffic with Emily beside him, while Mari sat in the back seat.
Mari touched her hair carefully, then she looked at Emily. "I still can't believe you made me spend hours at the salon. Hair. Makeup. Nails. Everything."
"You needed it."
Mari gasped. "Are you saying I looked bad?"
Emily burst out laughing. "That's not what I said."
"It sounded like it."
Emily laughed. "I'm only saying that tonight is important and since you're going to be standing beside him all night as his partner, you should look the part."
Mari giggled. "I'm so excited about tonight."
Emily looked at her. "Really?"
"Yes." Mari leaned back. "I've been preparing for tonight all week. I've been trying to learn more about art and reading about exhibitions. Paintings. Different styles. Artists. I even watched some videos."
Emily laughed. "For real?"
