Some years back
Leila with a smile on her face in a simple attire of a blue gown and sneakers with a cross bag, hops into the back seat of Eleanor's jeep with her driver behind the steering wheel.
Eleanor sat on the other side behind the driver's seat with an indifferent expression on her face. She felt like slapping that smile and anticipation on Leila's face off. It was annoying her. Every single time, she was smiling and acting like a child.
At the moment, Eleanor had no idea why Leila was excited or what she had planned. But she knew one thing. Leila wanted to show her something that apparently she would love very much. Eleanor could already guess that whatever Leila wanted to show her was stupid and, certainly, she would not like it.
