Hurriedly putting on as little makeup as she can, she messed up the eyeliner she was rushing to put on when her mother told her it was a quarter 'til eight p.m. Sonja was supposed to get to the address provided in the email at eight o'clock and it would take about ten minutes to get there, longer if traffic was bad, and it was often really bad in L.A. Cursing under her breath so her mother would hear, Sonja used some concealer to fix the mistake, finished her semi-decent eyeliner, grabbed her mother's gold clutch that she was borrowing for the night, snatched the keys from the dining table, slipped on gold heels, also from her mother, got to the old car that her family got not too long ago, and drove as fast as she could to the address. She was pretty sure she ran a few red lights, but at this point, she was too anxious to care.