And Alina, simple, plain Alina who used to hide behind modest dresses and quiet smiles, was sitting in the driver's seat of his car, laughing with him.
How dare that poor girl be able to drive such an expensive car?
Celeste felt something hot and sour burn in her chest. Her fingers tightened around her purse until her knuckles went white.
How did she end up with someone like him?
Her boyfriend had money, yes, but he wasn't this. He wasn't driving limited-edition cars or walking around with an aura that made people stop and stare.
Celeste's stomach twisted.
Jealousy flashed through her like a spark catching dry leaves.
You got lucky, didn't you, Alina? she thought bitterly. Let's see how long that luck lasts.
Her boyfriend called her name from behind, but she didn't answer. Her eyes stayed fixed on the white T-ONE Phantom as it pulled away from the curb, sunlight catching its gleaming surface like liquid silver.
