Tiffany slid her jacket on and glanced in the mirror, running a hand through her hair to smooth it down. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do.

He will definitely make fun of her for showing up like this.

“Be back before dinner, okay?” Riley called after her.

“Sure!” Tiffany responded, already stepping out the door.

She headed toward the car that waited for her in the driveway. The car her father assigned to her with the driver, John, to take her ...