Elara's POV
The moment mum asked about the black convertible, my heart skipped.
Adrian.
Why was she asking me though? Did she suspect I was in the black convertible? Or what if she had seen me in it? A gazillion questions swirled in my head but I managed to remain composed.
"I know a lot of people who drive black convertibles." I said casually, forcing a small shrug. "Every guy possibly owns one, except Ethan of course. He drives a crappy jeep." I ranted.
Mum studied my face for a moment, then simply nodded, not pressing further.
I tilted my head slightly. "Why do you ask though? Any problem?"
She hesitated, then flashed me a forced smile. "Nothing, just noticed it somewhere around."
Her tone was faint, it clearly did not match her words. She knew something and as usual, she
