'Ah... this Rolls-Royce Spectre... she is Becky. In my past life, I expressed my admiration for it, and Lucian gave it to me. I named it Becky later on.' Lana's eyes twinkled with nostalgia.
'You were a freeloader, huh?' Mr. Crow rolled his eyes.
'What do you know? My blueprints later on made him more money than this Rolls-Royce!' Lana boosted proudly.
As the door opened, Lana slid inside. The familiar, comfortable seat made her sigh.
Hector closed the door gently behind her, taking his seat in the passenger seat.
The car hummed to life, its engine so smooth that it felt more like floating than driving. The faint scent of sandalwood filled the interior...Lucian's signature choice.
Lana leaned back, letting the cool air brush against her flushed face. "Still smells the same," she murmured, her voice a mixture of nostalgia and disbelief.
