Sarah has organized to go to her best friend's wedding with her boyfriend and they had planned to meet at his office but when she arrives, her boyfriend is no where to be seen and she's super late to the wedding, it was supposed to start in less than an hour, and they were still a considerable distance away from the venue. Her boyfriend, Mark, had promised to drive her there, but he's no where to be seen but his car is there, very strange.

Sarah very quickly decides that she can't wait any longer. She glanced around, looking for Mark, but he was nowhere to be seen. The car keys were still in the ignition, and an idea began to form in her mind.

"I can't believe I'm even considering this," she thought, nervously twirling her hair. "I have no choice; we can't be late for Emily's wedding."

Sarch gets in the drivers seat and buckles her seat belt, adjusted the mirrors, and started the engine. The car's manual transmission was something she had never dealt with before, but Sarah had seen Mark drive it countless times. It couldn't be that hard, right? She hoped her quick internet on how to drive a manual car would pay off.

Her heart pounding, Sarah cautiously stepped on the clutch with her high heel dangling from her foot and put the car into first gear. As she attempted to release the clutch and give it some g*s, the car j*rked forward and promptly stalled. She tried again, and the same thing happened.

After several more attempts and a few stalled starts, Sarah started to get the hang of the clutch's engagement point and the car's biting point. With perseverance, she managed to keep the car from stalling every time she changed gears. As she began to gain confidence, her driving became smoother.

Sarah couldn't help but feel a mix of thrill and fear as she drove, all while wearing her high heel mules. She tried to focus on the road, praying that she wouldn't encounter any traffic or challenging maneuvers.

With each mile she covered, Sarah's confidence grew. She couldn't believe she was driving a car she didn't even own, and without a license at that. But she was doing it, and she was determined to get to Emily's wedding on time.

As the venue came into view, relief washed over Sarah. She had made it, against all odds. She parked the car, took a deep breath, and composed herself before heading inside.

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