Olivia's POV
The cab driver whistled as we pulled up to the theater. "Fancy night out?"
"Something like that." I handed him cash, waving off the change.
I stepped out of the cab into the cool evening air, smoothing my dress. Michael's sleek black car was already parked near the theater entrance, and I spotted Stacy's blonde hair gleaming under the streetlights as she leaned against it.
"There's our star!" Stacy waved enthusiastically. Michael stood beside her in a fitted blazer.
"Sorry, I'm late. Traffic was brutal." I joined them, noticing how Stacy had positioned herself too close to Michael.
"We just got here ourselves," Michael said, checking his watch. "Shall we go inside?"
The theater lobby buzzed with well-dressed patrons sipping overpriced wine. The chandelier above cast everything in warm golden light, making even the worn carpet look fancy.