"My lady."
Zeidan opened the door on the other side of the black car in the compound and stretched his arm as if he was a chauffeur. Lyne bit back a smile as she placed her hand in his and stepped into the vehicle. She was dressed in a blue t-shirt and jeans with boot heels. A typical dress of a city girl and a black leather jacket over the t-shirt. Her hair was brushed and a few strands were braided on each side of her face. She dotted her face with light makeup.
Zeidan walked into the driver's seat, also dressed the same way, except he wore an expensive Italian pair of shoes. He always had good tastes when it comes to dressing up and she noticed that about him. She mostly envied his sense of fashion especially when she looked into his rack of clothes. They were always dresses bou
