Chapter 623: Designated Driver
"Why do you guys even need a designated driver, is what I would like to know," Gabe asked as he navigated through the bustling city streets. And why had he been names the volunteer? Did he look like a professional driver to them? Shrugging that off, he continued to question the females,"I mean, it’s not like you’re going to get high trying on a bunch of gowns."
Nora chuckled, "Oh, Gabe, you underestimate the gravity of the bridal gown mission. It’s not just about trying on dresses and gowns okay? There’s an art to it. It’s a proper ceremony almost. We must have wine to toast each selection, and heaven forbid we don’t find the perfect one—it could mean even more drinks and plenty of fretting. Hence, the designated driver."
Gabe smirked, shaking his head in mock disbelief. " Are you people lush? You’re going to choose a gown or get drunk?
"Absolutely not! We would never choose a wedding dress drunk.!" Isabella chimed in from beside Nora and continued, "We’ll only be a bit tipsy. But imagine us driving around tipsy, trying to debate the merits of lace versus satin. Disaster waiting to happen!"
He glanced at Isabella in the rearview mirror, amused yet wary. "Maybe what you really need is a bodyguard, someone to keep you out of trouble."
Nora scoffed playfully. "Oh please. We’re not as wild as you think."
Gabe grinned, eyes twinkling mischievously even as he put on a sad expression. "That’s exactly what worries me. You girls are much wilder!!!"
Gabe’s teasing remark elicited a chorus of laughter from the backseat, where Nora and Isabella exchanged knowing glances.
"We are not!" Nora snapped to which Gabe shot back," Are too."