Meghan’s P.O.V.
The icy wind whipped against my cheeks as me and the Miller siblings approached the warm, inviting glow of Fairview’s busiest (and only) bar. The New Year’s Eve celebrations were in full swing, the muffled hum of music and laughter already seeping through the thick wooden doors.
“I still don’t know why we didn’t just wait for Skye and Lila,” I muttered, pulling my coat tighter around myself as we neared the entrance.
“Because we’ll never get a table if we do,” Jenna replied, tossing her long hair over her shoulder as she strode confidently ahead.
“You’ve seen this place on New Year’s. And knowing that they need to drop off Gran, they won’t be here for some time, Gran always finds a way not to be alone. She’ll probably hold on to Skye until she finds Mindy, her bestie.”
