As we stepped into the rich interior of the Rolls-Royce, I found myself dumbfounded at how sophisticated the interior is.
The seats, much more indulgent than we were accustomed to so far, surrounded us in a mist. The car was scented with the faintest whiff of upper-class cologne and fresh leather, a smell that shouted out loud and clear of luxury and elitism.
Nora softly whistled to my side. "Peace. Can you feel it?" she whispered, stroking her hand over the cold leather armrest.
I nodded, scanning around. The cabin was so quiet, so soundproofed, that we cut ourselves off from the world as soon as we shut the door behind us.
Background city noise—yelp of blinding rage, thud of muffled voices, even howl of the occasional siren—was all damped.
All we had, the two of us and the muffled
