“We will not be late, Kiara,” Chris tried to appease her.
She came closer to look at the computer screen from above his shoulder, and knew he was getting a pretty accurate demonstration of having someone breathing down your neck. But she was too psyched about the show, she just wanted to leave already.
“This is Michael’s wedding all over again! You keep working until the last minute and then we arrive late.”
“Kia, we got there two hours before the ceremony!”