Eloise POV:
The driver pulled the car to a halt in the parking lot, where a lot of brand-new and expensive cars were parked.
He came down from the car, swiftly went around, and opened the car door for me with a respectful bow.
"Thanks, Gabriel," I appreciated as I stepped down from the car, my black heels clicking softly against the granite pavement.
Gabriel was the driver's name. He told me when we were talking and engaging in tiny bits of conversation in the car. He was a sweet and funny guy but kind of average in height. His whole personality was an approachable and friendly one.
I glanced around, scanning the parking lot, noting the high-end cars parked around me. The place reeked of wealth, including the people who walked around here. They were all high class with a proud and p
