Darren's Aston Martin One-77 purred to a stop in the long, winding driveway of his mansion in Greenbaby.
The house stood in its usual quiet opulence that early afternoon. A large fountain in the front courtyard bubbled gently, the water shimmering under the golden glow of the sunlight.
The gravel under his tires crunched softly, and as he cut the engine, silence reclaimed the day.
Stepping out, he adjusted his suit jacket, running a hand through his neatly styled hair before making his way inside.
The moment he opened the door and entered, his eyes landed on Kara, comfortably seated on the massive L-shaped couch in the living room, her fingers flying across the keyboard of her laptop.
The screen's bluish glow illuminated her sharp, focused expression, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration.
She sat there comfortably and at ease, legs lazily draped over the armrest, her posture utterly at home as if she'd been living here for years.
