Chapter 11: Anonymous Text

< Shirley > On my way home after training with Dylan, I received a lunch invitation from my group of best friends. Giddily, I took a shower after I reached home and got ready in a white crop top and denim shorts before heading out. When I was descending downstairs, I took note that no one was at home. Not even my mom. She was probably at her fashion house. Dad and Adrian were obviously at the office. Sometimes, I would feel bad that I was the only jobless person in my family, but then it would get swept away by my dream of becoming a car racer. And Dad always told me that it was fine even if I chose to become a housewife. But with my luck, I would probably end up with the worst man alive. Entering the restaurant where I was supposed to meet up with my friends, I saw them sitting at the corner table. I waved at them cheerfully and moved towards them. They all started talking all at once. "You are late, idiot," cursed my closest friend, Violet McKenzie. Shooting daggers at me in he