The drive was a long one. They drove from the city to the more sophisticated part, which was less noisy and commercial. Here, there were large mansions, beautiful houses, and aesthetically pleasing stores. Balia distracted herself with this. She had only been to this part once when she had considered modeling as a career. Well, that didn't go as planned.
All she knew about this Oriental part of the state was that it housed millionaires, billionaires, celebrities, and people who came from generational wealth, and from the looks of it, Senna belonged here. It made her wonder what he did for a living.
Business tycoon? It looked like him. He looked like a rich, handsome Italian who had either come from old money or had built himself up over the years. But still, he screamed wealth.
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