Outside, the sun was bright and out.

The buzz of another new day filled Ariel’s ears.

Then the doorbell rang, her heart jumped, just a little.

She peaked through the door hole, and it was Evan. Evan was her driver. She didn't manage to talk her way out of Johny refusing to let her take a taxi.

She forced herself to take a deep breath, steadying her nerves before she stepped out of the house.

Evan stood waiting at the gate, his expression unreadable, eyes sharp but not unkind.

He held the door open silently as she approached.

Ariel slipped past him, his thick cologne tickling her nose.

“Good morning...