The grand wedding entourage was headed towards the Emperor Hotel.
Ignoring the fact that she had just infuriated Hansen Ruiz, Rachel Bailey swiftly lifted her dress. She walked over to his car, pulled open his door, quickly got in, and then slammed the door shut with a loud BANG.
Hansen Ruiz chuckled. "Miss Bailey, I kindly invited you into my car. Please be a bit more gentle, will you? This car is worth millions."
"Sorry, my hand slipped." Rachel Bailey stuck out her tongue at him.
Hansen Ruiz shook his head and smiled. This feisty little woman is actually quite straightforward, he thought.
"Hey, start driving! I'm the bridesmaid and can't fall behind," Rachel Bailey urged, glaring at him when she saw he still hadn't started the car.
