C80 Chapter 80

/Amber’s pov/

As our motorist, Laurence, pulled our cars and truck right into the marked drop-off lane outside the event, my heart started to race. "Oh crap, what if this night totally blows and no person invests any money?" I fretted, bringing my hand as much as my mouth, about to eat on my nails prior to I remembered I had them newly manicured, particularly for tonight