“Oh my God! it’s a Porsche!” The scream tore out of me before my brain could catch up. It wasn’t just any Porsche, it was a glossy, obsidian-black 911 carrera that looked like it came straight out from those big shot movies.
Tania was already halfway there, her hands flying to her cheeks. “Bella! Are you seeing this? Is this real?”
We descended on the car like we were afraid it might vanish if we blinked too hard. My palms slid reverently over the body, cool and smooth as silk under my fingers. I bent down to trace the razor-sharp lines of the wheels, admiring how the black rims seemed to sparkle under the lights. Tania was already at the side mirrors, tilting her head this way and that way, squealing every time she caught her own wide-eyed reflection.
I pressed the key fob and the sof
