Wendy flopped down onto her bed, resisting the temptation to drag her hands down her face. She'd only been back in the US for a few hours. The day after the ball, she'd flown out to London and had spent a few days there, doing press for the movie and doing a few auditions while she was there. As far as Louis knew, she was still in London- but she'd flown home just for their party, just to surprise him.
Although, despite the fact that she was dressed up and ready to go, she was still sorely tempted to just sleep for a few hours. Or a few days. Either was good. But instead, she forced herself to get up and go out to the kitchen, where she made herself a good, strong coffee. She downed it in a few mouthfuls, and called the car.
While her phone was out, she texted Louis.
Best of luck tonight- wish I was there, but alas, duty calls. Don't miss me too much
And as soon as she had the text sent, the driver sent her a text to tell her he was downstairs. She grinned, praying that Louis was already at the party so that he wouldn't see her come in, and that the surprise would be truly great then. She'd been waiting for this the whole time she'd been in London, and she couldn't wait to see his face when he saw her.