If I wasn’t nervous before, pulling into the parking lot was enough to make my stomach do somersaults without me. There was valet parking and six security guards moving around the lot, not to mention the police officer that was stationed here and paid by Kroger’s, just in case. Then here I was with a second hand Elantra that was already twelve years old when I bought it. Compared to the collection of high end cars already there, I was hopelessly out classed. I parked next to a Jag, the cheapest