he city air was thick and vibrant, a stark departure from the controlled silence of the estate. The sleek black Mercedes-Benz glided through the bustling city, with Mira seated beside her
"Where to first, Madam?" the driver asked, his voice soft and professional.
"The mall on the boulevard has a new shipment from Italy that arrived this morning." Take us there. Mira said.
Rose stared out the window, watching the blur of ordinary life passing by-people hurrying to work, street vendors, the chaotic pulse of the city. For a moment, she looked as though she might ask the driver to simply keep going, to leave the car and disappear into the crowd. Then, she shifted, her gaze hardening as she looked down at the black card in her lap.
"Are you okay, "Rose". if you don't like the location, we
