Bridget glanced around the inside of the car. "Geraldine... where is Geraldine??" She demanded. This vehicle she recognized as her friend's.  "And I don't know anything about that! I was flirting with him if you must know." Frowning at the men in the front seat. She saw them waving a sheet with the number and she shrugged. "I have no idea why I have that number! It was on my invite!"<br/><br/>"I swear the nerve of you men..." She scoffed and looked out the window.