The cars roared down the highway, cutting through the hazy glow of the late afternoon sun.
Up front, a glossy black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided smoothly, its shiny surface glinting like a dark gem in the mellow light.
Inside, the vibe was a mix of tension and chill, with the engine's purr serving as a constant backdrop to the chatter happening inside.
Aria, seated on the far-right side of the luxurious back seat, shifted her gaze to the two people sitting across from her.
Avendial reclined with an air of quiet confidence, his tailored navy-blue suit immaculate, complemented by a dark burgundy tie.
His expression was composed, seated there with his eyes closed as if contemplating something, appearing focused and thoughtful.
Beside him, Aecilia wore her nightgown, clearly nonchalant, with her gaze directed outside the window, appearing relaxed while her mind replayed the information she had just received moments ago.
