Evelyn had been waiting under the canopy of her luxury hotel entrance for just over ten minutes when a sleek, midnight-black Lamborghini supercar glided smoothly to a halt right in front of her.
As the tinted rear window rolled down with a quiet hum, Clara's radiant little face popped out. "Mama, hurry up! Get in!"
Evelyn looked at the breathtakingly expensive Lamborghini, silently marveling at Michael's absurd display of wealth. Even his personal staff were given multi-million-dollar supercars to chauffeur the children around. Offering her daughter a warm, breathless smile, she walked around to the opposite side of the vehicle, pulled open the door, and slid into the leather interior.
"My darlings, do you want anything else besides pizza tonight?" Evelyn asked softly as she buckled her seatbelt. Her focus was entirely anchored on her children, completely ignoring the broad-shouldered man occupying the driver's seat.
