Erin punched in the entry code Trevor had texted her. She steered her Volkswagen Beetle through the front gate. 

An expansive driveway led up to a large, red brick house. Loud bass reverberated through the darkness. 

"Would you look at that?" Erin said with a whistle. "Not too shabby for Trevor, now is it?" 

Sara laughed beside her in the passenger seat. She rubbed her fingers over the soft material of her new outfit. 

Hours before, she had searched wildly through her closet for something incredible to wear. She'd almost given up hope of finding anything suitable. Then she'd remembered that her mother had recently completed a photoshoot for one of her client's clothing brands. 

To Sara's intense relief, one of the silky, spaghetti strap jumpsuits actually fit her. The rest of the clothes were way too long. While she'd really wanted to wear a skirt, she knew it could get cold and windy near the beach. 

She opted to not bring a sweater. But now regretted that decision. The wind had picked up. Trees along the winding driveway shuddered in the strong breeze. 

Sara pulled down the car's passenger sun visor. She reapplied her watermelon-flavored, pink lipstick in the small mirror. Then she searched through her tote bag for a breath mint. Her hands shook. She dropped her bag. With a groan, she bent to retrieve it.

Erin turned down the volume of her country music as she parked the car.

"RELAX! You're making me nervous!" Erin complained. 

Sara shrugged. "I guess I'm excited."

"Good," Erin said, dropping her keys into her small clutch. "We're going to have a blast!"

She took the mint Sara offered her and popped it into her mouth. She unzipped her sweatshirt to reveal a glittery, bright orange top. 

Erin laughed when she saw Sara's surprised expression. "I know! I know! It's a lot of color, even for me. But I really want to make this a night all the boys will remember. And I could NOT let my folks see me in this." She tossed the sweatshirt into her backseat. Her tight black pants hugged every inch of her body. 

"All right. Throw me my heels. It's party time!" Erin cried.

Sara burst out laughing as she handed Erin the bright red shoes.

She opened the car door and stepped out. Only then did she realize there were tons of other vehicles parked helter-skelter around them. How many people did Trevor know? 

As she and Erin made their way up to the double front doors, the music intensified. The windows of the house seemed to vibrate with the commotion from within.

"Ugh, I can't believe you talked me into this," Sara said. She brushed her hands over her silk pants. The wind whipped her straightened hair, threatening to turn it into a bird's nest before she even saw anyone. 

"Oh, please. There is only one reason you're here. And it's definitely not because I asked you to go with me," Erin said with a grin.

Sara flushed. She hugged her arms to her chest. 

"As for me," Erin said with an exaggerated flick of her hair. "I'm here for two reasons. We both know who the first one is. But let's hope the second one's house, here, remains standing long enough for us to get out of here alive." 

Sara took a deep breath. Her eyes quickly scanned the rows of vehicles behind her. She searched for one sleek black car in particular. But it was too dark and there were too many cars to really see anything. 

Erin waved her hand at the double front doors. "Should we knock?" she joked. Clearly no one would be able to hear them if they tried. 

"Time to get dangerous!" Erin yelled. She pulled open the heavy front door, grabbed Sara, and together, the girls entered the house.