Ana's POV
The next morning, after arranging to meet Elma later, I headed out early.
I waved off the driver's offer and hailed my own cab to downtown instead.
My phone buzzed during the ride - Madeline calling.
"Ana, we need to talk. I've got some fresh concepts for the studio I want to run by you," she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.
I considered it briefly. "Tonight work for you?"
"Perfect. I'll pick a place and text you the address," Madeline replied.
We exchanged a few more words before hanging up.
I couldn't help but smile thinking about Madeline - always so supportive and full of energy. Hell, she seemed more excited about the studio than I was sometimes. Having her as a friend felt like winning the lottery.
I gazed out at the passing scenery, but after a while, something felt wrong.
This definitely wasn't the way to downtown.
"Hey, I think you missed a turn back there," I called to the driver.
