The car turned into a familiar, tree-lined neighborhood where the manicured lawns and stately mansions of Los Angeles’s elite stood proud against the afternoon sky.
Ameelah’s heart did a nervous flutter as the vehicle slowed down, eventually pulling up to a pair of massive wrought-iron gates. The afternoon sun cast long, elegant shadows across the pristine pavement, making the entire estate look almost ethereal. Ameelah smoothed down the fabric of her dress, her palms slightly damp. She looked out the window, trying to swallow the lump of anxiety rising in her throat.
The driver pressed a button on the visor, and the gates swung open with a quiet, mechanical hum, revealing a long, winding driveway that led to a breathtaking two-story estate. The grounds were immaculate, dotted with vib
