Angela barely had time to put on some pants—the first one she spotted was black yoga pants, so that's what she went for—and a slightly loose sweatshirt. Forget the bra. She had no time to fix herself. Then she was racing down the hall and stairs with Gael.
The Escalade was already waiting out front when they got out. He must have ordered his soldier while she was in the closet, she thought. Her father's security guards by the steps looked worried with their brows furrowed at her, so she cast them a small smile before getting in the middle seat of the car, her way of telling them, "It's okay." She certainly wasn't sure if anything was okay.
Gael got in right after her, firing instructions to his soldier, the driver—Rio, she thought his name was—as he slammed the door shut. Then the vehicle lurched forward, and they were soon speeding towards the gate. The estate's guards quickly opened it when they saw the car from afar, causing no further delay.
