The sleek, black, gold-streaked Rolls-Royce swiftly navigated the busy highway to Milas' largest shopping mall.
Eric Moss was the driver today, as Collin was with the bunch, including Mirabel, Flora and Sandy. They drew a lot of attention when the car pulled up in front of the mall, where many people were up and about. She had become a celebrity overnight, and people now knew the type of car she moved around in, so no matter how much Mirabel wanted to be inconspicuous, it was proving to be more challenging by the day.
Mirabel sighed at the curious eyes and wished there was a more low-key car she could use, but in Jorge's immense collection, the car they were in was as plain as could be. Massaging her temples, she was glad the windows were tainted, at least.
"Can we use the underground parking instead?"
