The next morning came quickly. Georgia was already dressed in a soft grey blouse tucked into dark high-waisted pants. Her heels clicked softly against the tile floor as she walked through her home, coffee in one hand, her phone in the other. Just as she reached the front door, Naomi's message pinged.
Naomi: On our way now.
A few minutes later, the black SUV rolled to a smooth stop in front of her house. Troy got out first, pulling the door open for her.
"Morning," he greeted.
"Morning," Georgia said, sliding into the backseat beside Naomi.
Naomi glanced up from her tablet. "You’ll hate me for this... but I need to remind you. The Sterling Summit is in two days. It’s in Cresswell City this year."
Georgia sighed, adjusting her seatbelt. "Do I have to attend early?"
Naomi gave a short
