Sera thought about all that had happened while sitting in the rich car, distraught and hopeless. The plush leather seat seemed to blend into her frame, while the low purr of the car disappeared into a hum, forgotten.
The world belonged only to her thoughts. The view outside was going somewhere-places and people; one passing blur.
Enzo did not seem to be in the least bothered with Sera's distress.
He was a man who believed in punctuality and efficiency above everything else, and his stern demeanor allowed no nonsense. He got out of the car, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at Sera, his face masked with annoyance and disdain.
"I believe you haven't been in this kind of luxury car, that's why you are still here," said Enzo with a raised nose, as he stood outside the car, looking
