"Layla! Laya, over here!" Ava call out, waving her hand, seeing a familiar figure in the crowd as she stood with her dad and the rest of the Martins by the parking lot while her cousins were still trying to find their cars, as cars were trying to squeeze out of the parking spaces all at once, horns were honking, and people were shouting instructions. It was a real mess. Everyone was in a bit of a scramble as the valet services could not cater to them all.
A slender woman with short, wavy dark hair, wearing a tight black suit, walked through the crowd. She stopped in front of Ava, who had red hair tied in her signature messy pony tail. "Hey, little Martin," she said. "It's good to see you're okay. Mrs. Matthews sent me to check on you all."
Before Ava could even say hello, Ava's dad, asked the young woman in her late twenties, "Layla, what are you doing here? My wife said, now that the storm is over, everyone's going to Treasure Lake, since that's where the most damage is."
