ELENA DUVAL
To say in absolute honesty, I couldn't stand the silence on the drive back home. It was everything between suffocating and uncomfortable, especially with just the two of us in his Ferrari. He had simply collected the keys from Chris, insisting on driving.
This was the first time we were together, alone in a car and somehow the car felt so small or was it just me?
I looked out the window to the rear mirror and I noticed Allen closely behind in the silver Mercedes we had driven all day.
I flicked a gaze over to Dimitri. He had his eyes trained on the road.
He was pissed. But I had no idea why. If it was because I had showed up unannounced or because I had kissed him unexpectedly.
Or maybe because of the little drama with the Whitmans or maybe it was my dress. With the annoy
