Isabella took out two tickets she had booked in advance, waving them excitedly, then rested her arms on the car window, supporting her head to enjoy the peaceful Thames River.
Today she wore a khaki overcoat, cinched at the waist, with a white sweater underneath, and black high heels paired with thick black stockings, making her look very refined.
"Ma'el."
"Huh?"
"Nothing, just calling you."
Ma'el smiled and looked out the window too, suddenly thinking about buying a soundproofed Maybach.
Although the Ferrari was passionate, in such a peaceful atmosphere, it seemed a bit noisy and not quite suitable.
"Gilbert, huh."
He thought of his good brother again, always feeling that their group was missing someone; he remembered the fervent mood when he and Gilbert returned to London and passed the Thames River.
They chatted excitedly about various aspects of becoming celebrities in London in the future, talking about driving sports cars with girls around the city.
