It was completely understood by Wicked that Pepper had no intention of making her feel welcomed. Her guilt was always going to be there and they were always going to hate her. But today Wicked didn't care, or at least wasn't letting on that she noticed. She had just flown to Malibu in style and was now in a car on her way to see Pietro, on a work day no less. No matter how tense the car ride was, she was going to be a damn good trip.
When the car finally stopped Wicked stepped out of the car and took a good look at the sun setting on a different coast. She had to admit, besides her boyfriend, New York City lacked the Pacific at Sunset.