I held the dress, which was covered in a plastic covering, above my head so that it didn’t drag along the floor. We walked into the underground car park and made our way down the steps to the lower levels. Michele chuckled at me as I struggled and shook his head.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to take it?” He mocked as I nearly tripped over it from my arm deadening.
“Nope, I’ve got it” I replied, refusing to give in to his cocky comment. We passed a few of the parked BMW’s and Mercedes until we got to a large parking space at the end. A bright red Lamborghini Aventador Coupè glistened underneath the light on the concrete ceiling. Michele rummaged in his pocket and pulled out the key to unlock the car. He turned to see me stood still with my mouth open in shock.
“Is that a rental?” I
