CHAPTER 7.
Taylor's POV.
I wondered how she didn't scold me; well, I'm older now, not the younger Taylor.
After a few minutes, the Lamborghini Aventador parked in front of the boutique. Even before I had a chance to exit the car, flashes of light erupted everywhere.
What were they trying to capture?
I was certain it wasn't me.
Nervously, I stepped out of the car, attempting to shield my face from the cameras' gaze.
But then, one of the onlookers shouted, "Miss, please move so I can capture the interior of the car!"
I smiled and quickly obliged, moving out of their way. My stomach was tied in knots as I saw those lights, only to realize they were capturing shots of the latest Lamborghini Aventador in the country.
Did he really have to give me such an expensive car to take me home?
