*Olivia*

I stared silently out the window, daydreaming about what exactly Gio had planned for us later. Dahlia was apparently in a sugar rush from the sangria as she continued to bounce in her seat and mumble about food. When she accidentally elbowed me in the side, I decided I needed to distract her enough to get her to be still.

“Where are we going?” I asked Gio.

My plan worked. Dahlia stopped bouncing and turned to him, waiting to hear his response. ...