Nina murmured her thanks as she stepped out of Andrew's car, the smooth leather cool beneath her fingertips. Heads turned. Whispers, sharp as shards of glass, sliced through the air.
"She must be cunning," a woman hissed to her companion, her voice laced with disdain, "to snag an old man like that."
"And look at the car," the other woman breathed, her eyes wide with envy. "I heard there are only two of those in the whole country. One belongs to Mr. Collins…" Her voice trailed off, a gasp escaping her lips as Andrew emerged from the vehicle.
The onlookers' whispers escalated into awed murmurs. Men and women alike stared, their eyes lingering on Andrew's sharp features and impeccably tailored suit.
"How could he be so handsome?" one woman murmured, her voice barely audible.
Another sighed dreamily, "My ideal husband."
