The Bugatti's engine purred like a beast as it tore through Ocean's evening streets, its polished frame catching every streetlight like liquid fire. The city buzzed around them, towering glass buildings flashing neon, pedestrians stopping to stare, and phones snapping up proof that Seraphina Hart's life was nothing short of a spectacle.
Inside the car, Kiera's laughter bubbled loud and careless, filling the leather-scented air. Her freshly manicured nails drummed against the armrest in rhythm with the music she'd just cranked up. She leaned out the window, hair flying like silk ribbons in the salty breeze. Mila and Chloe, tucked in the back, squealed with delight as though they'd just stepped into a music video.
