Angela's sleek black car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the imposing gates of Everwood Private School, its polished exterior gleaming under the morning sun. The gates, adorned with intricate wrought iron designs, stood tall and imposing, a symbol of the prestigious institution beyond.
Angela adjusted the strap of her backpack as she prepared to step out of the car. Her driver, a stoic figure behind the wheel, glanced at her through the rearview mirror with a nod of acknowledgment.
"Have a good day at school, Miss Angela," he said, his voice deep and authoritative.
Angela flashed him a quick smile, her excitement palpable as she anticipated the day ahead. "Thank you, Mr Ramirez," she replied, her tone cheerful as she opened the car door and stepped onto the pavement.
