Linnea's POV
The Weekend
After dressing in one of the expensive dresses the triplets got for me, I grabbed one of my most expensive handbags, wore high heels, put on a wristwatch and a bracelet, and sprayed one of the best perfumes in my collection before stepping out to the sitting room.
"Where are you going? It's late," Thatcher said. I informed them of my outing but didn't specify the exact location.
"It's almost 7:00 pm; you shouldn't be leaving the house this late," Julian added.
"I'm not heading far," I replied.
"Where exactly? Why don't you want us to drive you there?" Logan questioned without hesitation.
"I'm going to Beta Benjamin's house; I'll have dinner with them," I announced.
"What?" Thatcher scoffed. "Why are you going there? What if you run into Madison?"
"I'm supposed to meet her; she wants to see me," I revealed.
"What? You can't be serious," Logan huffed, frowning.