After an extravagant lunch that had nearly put Amara into a food coma, she led Elara outside, where a sleek black car was already waiting. The driver, impeccably dressed, opened the door with a polite nod.
Elara slid in first, giving Amara a curious glance. "So, where exactly are you taking me now?"
Amara smirked as she settled into the seat beside her. "That," she said, tapping her finger against Elara's nose, "is classified."
Elara rolled her eyes but didn't push further. She was used to Amara's dramatics by now and, truthfully, she enjoyed them.
As the car pulled away, Amara reached into the compartment between them and pulled out a small velvet pouch.
Elara arched an eyebrow. "Another surprise?"
Amara shrugged. "Let's just say I plan ahead." She pulled out two delicate silk robes one in a deep navy blue, the other a rich crimson. "For later."
