As Isabel and I made our way to Carmen's car in the parking lot, I could already see her waiting. Leaning casually against her sleek Lamborghini, Carmen looked effortlessly stunning in a tailored blazer and dark sunglasses, her arms crossed as if she owned the world which, honestly, wasn't far from the truth.
"Look at her," Isabel muttered with a smirk. "Always so extra. She probably practiced that pose for five minutes."
"Be nice," I replied with a laugh. "She's just naturally... Carmen."
Carmen's head turned in our direction as we approached, and she removed her sunglasses with a smirk. "Finally. I was starting to think you were avoiding me."
"Why would I avoid you?" I asked, feigning innocence as I reached her.
"Maybe because you were busy with some other charming model?" she quipped, her tone light but teasing.
I rolled my eyes, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "You're impossible."
