He left the chauffeur.
Blake glanced at the woman in the driver’s seat, “Green is an odd choice for this compact car.” He wasn’t even sure why he bothered with small talk. The woman thankfully did not protest when he got inside the car. Vivian would have seen it if the woman stalled him.
“Well, it’s not mine, its Lizzie’s.” Alice paid no heed to him at the back seat. “Bring up your concerns to her.” Her voice was clipped.
“I see.” He gazed out the windows, it was tinted. “Her car is interesting. These types aren’t usually tinted.” He really was embarrassing himself now.
“Elizabeth was distracted with men making side comments of girls being slow drivers so she had it tinted.” Alice replied, the woman not really looking at the rear-view mirror. “Thank her; otherwise paparazzi would have
