53. "Life's about film stars and less about mothers. It's all about fast cars and cussing each other."
Tess tapped her just-manicured blood-red nails impatiently on the steering wheel of her brand-new red Mercedes-Benz convertible. Downtown L.A. at six o' clock on a Friday? Literal hell on earth.
She pressed the button to pull the top down. A sigh of satisfaction passed from her lips as the cool breeze fluttered through her hair. I wonder what the fuck is taking so long, she mused.
A loud burst of music came from the car one lane over. A stretch limo, the back window rolled down.
Tess chewed on her lip. No way she's here.
A head of blonde hair just like hers protruded from the window. Their eyes interlocked.
TJ offered a nervous smile. Tess narrowed her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the traffic finally moving along.
Tess flashed her the double salute before stomping down on the gas pedal and zooming away.
There was no way in hell she was missing the premiere of Matt Damon's new movie for that bitch of a mother.
