As Logan waited impatiently by the car, his urgency was palpable, evident in the tense set of his shoulders. "We're already running late, about thirty minutes or so," he whispered hurriedly, his focus solely on getting them moving.
Despite the rush, Logan managed a compliment, though brief, his smile genuine. "You both look stunning anyways," he remarked before pulling away from the garage and navigating the car onto the street.
Anna felt a surge of confidence at Logan's words, a small but reassuring gesture amidst the tension. "Thanks, Logan," she replied, her smile reflecting a mix of gratitude and nerves.
With Lydia leading the way, they exited the house, the cool night air enveloping them as they stepped outside, sending a shiver down Anna's spine. Her senses heightened, she glanced out of the window during the drive, marveling at the towering buildings and the twinkling city lights.
