SOPHIA'S POV
“Are you sure about this club? I heard it's owned by the Italian mafia,” I asked, watching Carol rummage through her closet for the perfect dress.
“We are not going there for the mafia, we are going to enjoy ourselves, and you are going to get laid tonight.” She turned to face me, hands on her hips, her eyes glinting with determination. “I am sick and tired of you being a grandma. You need sex.”
I sighed. She wasn’t entirely wrong, but it wasn’t like I was deliberately avoiding it. Life had just been… complicated. But Carol was relentless, and I knew that if I refused, she’d just drag some guy over and force me into an uncomfortable situation.
“Just for tonight,” I muttered. “I’ll have fun, and then I go back to being the ‘old and boring grandma’ you call me.”
Carol grinned. “That’s the spirit!” She turned back to her closet and, after a few moments of searching, pulled out a short red sequin dress.
“This is perfect,” she declared, holding it up.