The garage, with dozens of sports cars lined up under the soft artificial lighting, had always been Isabella's refuge of peace and calm, but this time her gaze went straight, without a moment's hesitation, to one specific vehicle.
The matte black Porsche 911, the exact same car Lohan had taken such an interest in the last time they'd been there together.
A slightly mischievous smile formed on her face as she approached the vehicle.
'He seems to really like this car,' she thought, getting into the driver's seat and feeling the soft leather against her skin. 'I think it could be a nice surprise.'
With a simple command, the engine purred quietly before the car smoothly lifted off, cutting through the air toward Lohan's apartment in the High Zone.
While Isabella dealt with her own personal drama over clothes, on the other side of the city, Lohan wasn't anywhere near that kind of dilemma.
