They made their way through the crowd to a row of linked racing games. Harlow climbed into one immediately, gripping the wheel with both hands.
"These aren't real cars," Sabrina pointed out as she settled into the seat next to Harlow.
"Obviously," Harlow replied, adjusting her position. "But it's like practice! For when I finally convince Mother to let me get my license."
"You're seventeen and you don't have your license?" Isaiah asked. He slid into the seat on Harlow's other side.
"Mother says chauffeurs exist for a reason." Harlow's voice took on a perfect imitation of Camille's crisp tone before dropping back to normal. "She thinks I'll get distracted and crash into something expensive."
"Will you?"
"Probably! But that's part of the learning experience."
Cassidy and Vivienne took the remaining two seats. They all swiped their cards to start the game.
"First place gets to pick the next game," Cassidy declared, cracking her knuckles. "Last place buys pizza."
