Christina's POV
An hour later, Dominic delivered a red Ferrari to the driveway.
I couldn't resist taking it for a test drive.With the wind in my hair and oversized sunglasses perched on my nose, I gripped the steering wheel like it might fly away from me.
"Excellent handling, Luna Christina," Geoffrey commented from the passenger seat, beaming like I was setting lap records instead of crawling down the street at embarrassingly low speeds.
I barely remembered how to drive, inching along at what felt like walking pace. But after a few blocks, something clicked.
My hands relaxed, I leaned back into the leather seat, and let the powerful engine do its thing.
By the time I pulled back into Hudson's driveway, I was actually smiling.
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That evening after dinner, I was
