Whooooooosh.
With a wave of his hand, as if by magic, Gladius changed from his waiter's uniform to a chauffeur's outfit.
A few minutes later, a wide black car moved out of the way - heading straight for the ninth wing.
Next to Gladius, Rosalind sat in the driver's seat. She kept her back straight and didn't feel very comfortable being so close to Gladius, but she had no other choice.
She clenched her fists tightly and stared ahead, hoping that Gladius drove better than he served the guests as a waiter, otherwise a disaster awaited them.
There were plenty of people sitting on the back wide seats facing each other with a built-in mini-bar like in a wedding limousine or a political car.
Franz and Nelya sat at the right window, Osana sat at the left window, and Baren was across from her.
On the other part, opposite Franz and Nelya sat Adam and Silvana, Adam was looking out of the window and Silvana was between him and Baren.
