“So what do you want to do now?” Glinda asked tugging the little tassel’s on her hat.
A car horn blew. I looked up and saw the girls from back of the bus jumping in their car. It was a red convertible. The top was down. Seriously?
Viktor leaned inside the car, handed something to them, and then jumped inside his SUV. The brake lights came on and he pulled out of the parking lot. The red convertible followed him out—the sound of bass thumping, disappearing as they drove away. He didn’t even say good-bye. I didn’t know why that bothered me so much but it did.
Exhaling, I deflated my cheeks. “Is there anything else to see?” I asked, even though at the moment I didn’t really care. At this point, I felt like calling it a day.
Glinda rubbed her belly. “I’m hungry.”
“Do you want to grab something to eat?”
“I know,” she said, jumping up and down. “We can go to Port Angeles and have lunch at Bella Italia.”
That was about an hour’s ride from here. “Why don’t we just get something here?”
“Don’t you want the entire Twilight experience?”
“Um…” I shrugged, not sure what she was getting at.
“Don’t you know anything about the movie or the book?”
“Not really,” I confided.
Giving me a look of disbelief, she shook her head. “Amber that’s where Edward took Bella to dinner.”
“Well, do they have good food?” I asked not really caring either way.
“You are ridiculous.” She gave me a disparaging look. “Yes, the food is good.”
“Well, if you want, sure.”
Pulling out her phone, she looked at the time. “Well it’s 1:00 now, so if we go, we won’t be back until after 4:00 or later, which won’t give us much time to get ready for the other festivities.”
“Other festivities,” I asked, frowning.
“Yeah,” she said and pulled out a flyer from her pocket. “There is a tour of La Push, by a Quileute member.” She smoothed the wrinkles from the paper. “Oooh and we have to go to the Twilight prom.” She beamed. “I have the coolest dress.”
“Wait. What?”
“Yeah, we should totally go,” she said. “It’ll be fun.”
“I don’t have a dress.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure I can find something for you to wear of mine.”
Lifting my brow, I gave her a doubtful look. She was a lot smaller and shorter than I was.” I don’t think I will fit into any of your clothes.”
Chewing on her lip, she crossed her arms and gave me the once over. “You’re right,” she agreed. “We’ll have to stop and get you something while we’re in Port Angeles. They have a thrift shop with some cool vintage dresses. I am sure we can find you something there.”
“Oh—kay,” I said slowly, not quite as convinced as she was.
Wrapping her arms around me, she pressed her head to my shoulder. I had an urge to pat her head. “Don’t worry, it’ll be great,” she said. “I pinky swear.”
My lips twitched. “Well, if you pinky swear, I am sure it will be epic.”
She laughed and bounced away. “Yes! It will be epic…just you wait and see.”