The limo pulled up, and the driver got out, opening the door for her. Tony could be a gentleman, of course, but he was inside the car working on his second glass of champagne and pouring one for the girl about to join him. He was wearing his usual fancy dinner tux, something that he didn't pull out all the time but which was fun enough for nights like this. He really wasn't expecting much from Annie. She was pretty, and young, and would probably arrive in some sort of prom dress. Which was fine, when you were young and pretty.
Of course, the "girl" he was expecting never arrived. Instead, when she got into the car, she stepped in a full blown young woman. Behind tinted sunglasses Tony's brows shot up, and he stared for a moment before reaching up to pull the glasses off.
"Very nice, Wagner," he said, leaning forward on the plush, wide seats of the luxury limosine and offering her the glass of wine he'd selected to prepare them for the food.