Masquerade
Arianna Jaecobs — Part 5
Ari’s life flashed before her eyes while Gretta drove. Driving with Gretta felt like a deranged obstacle course on an urban raceway. They figured if they drank too much, they’d take an Uber home, yet Ari never drank alcohol, so she wasn’t concerned about it. Alcohol and her medication didn’t mix well.
The club looked like a rundown building in Chinatown, except there was a line out the door that wrapped around the corner. Ari was thankful it was still summer, because she felt almost naked in the black leather skirt and corset. Her silver mask sat snuggly over her eyes, as she concentrated on trying not to fall over in her black heels. The shoes were hers. Gretta’s feet were child sized and Ari wondered where Gretta found knee high boots in her size with the four-inch heels.
After seeing how some of the other women waiting in line were dressed, Ari almost felt overdressed. She silently thanked Gretta on her good sense of style.
“Come on,” Gretta said with confidence, leading her to the head of the line. Ari tried to ignore the glares they received.
“Don’t you think we should wait in line?” Ari whispered to Gretta, who laughed at her comment.
“Please,” she responded, then squealed, “Tyler!”
