“I’ll come with you guys too.”
Victoria looked so delicate and fragile that Ailie worried she might get bullied.
Violet frowned, ready to refuse. Truth was, she was a bit wary of Ailie—this woman had no filter, said whatever came to mind, and never cared about the occasion or who she offended.
Curtis walked over to Victoria’s side, sensing she might not want to sit with Violet. “Come on, let’s all go together. The company’s already assigned the cars, and Mr. Langford’s has the most space.”
Victoria’s lips curled into a faint smile. Mr. Langford’s car was indeed spacious—she’d been lucky enough to ride in it before. But after he started driving Violet around in it, she made a point not to get in again. Today, thanks to Violet, she’d be taking a seat once more. Still, with her and McNeil about to part ways, fussing over it would only make her seem like she still cared.
“Alright,” Victoria agreed, and slipped into the back seat.
Their first stop was Echo Mountain Campgrounds.
Victoria barely spoke the entire drive. She kept such a low profile, it was easy to forget she was even there. No matter who struck up a conversation, she rarely chimed in—especially with McNeil in the car, which only made her more withdrawn.
Most of the chatter came from Violet and Curtis, with Ailie occasionally joining in when the topic interested her. McNeil focused on the road, and no one bothered trying to draw him into the conversation.
By the time they reached the mountaintop, the other company cars had arrived as well.
Curtis was the first to get out. Mr. Langford’s SUV was high off the ground, so Victoria followed carefully. As she reached the door, about to jump down, Curtis offered his hand. “Hold on to me—jumping from this height is an easy way to twist an ankle. We’ve only just started; it’d be a shame if you dropped out before the hike even began.”
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