The jet black Maybach came to a halt in front of Emily’s salon, that seemed quite and void of any of its regular hustle bustle.
Diana also sighed in relief, sitting inside the Maybach on the passenger seat, right next to Adrian, who drove the car himself.
“Great! I don’t think anybody is here yet.” She yawned, as she stretched her right arm out and bent down to pick her bag up from the floor of the car.
“Thank you so much for dropping me and also thank you for letting me borrow the clothes from your place. Didn’t know your closet designer had such an exquisite taste.” Diana ran her hand over the pink corset shirt with chiffon lantern sleeves, that had a lower cut over the bust, pushing Diana’s cleavage out, making her features pop out. She paired the shirt with a khaki pants and wore he
