Santino sat down on the passenger seat and signaled to the chauffeur to start the car engine. As soon as the royal guard opened the gate, they drove off onto the road.
As unfortunate as Avelina was, the ride to the destination was a hectic one. One could not tell if it was because of the king's birthday, but there was huge traffic like never before.
Avelina grumbled under her breath, tired.
"What is the time?" she asked.
Santino, who was scrutinizing the road for any space to drive through, took a quick glance at his pocket watch. He replied, "Eight p.m., my lady. A little bit till it clocks nine p.m."
"We are late!" Avelina exclaimed.
Santino, who knew that she was right, did not say a word but exhaled cynically. He thought for a second before suddenly suggesting
"My lady, would you mind if I flew you there? I really doubt that we will get there anytime soon."
"Fly…me?" Avelina blinked, confused.
