The car slowed in front of Celestine, all glass, sharp lines, and understated luxury. The kind of place where silence cost more than a month's rent and even the air seemed imported.
Beside me, Leo practically glued his face to the window, eyes wide as saucers.
He let out a low whistle.
"Holy moly!" Leo whistled, craning his neck. "This place is... insane! Good thing we bought those new suits. At least I won't look like a street rat getting kicked out of royalty." he muttered. "I didn't know you and Dad were this well off to even afford to shop and buy suits this expensive. You've been hiding things from me, Isa."
I shot him a warning look.
He lifted his hands in surrender, grinning. "Chillax, bro. I'm just kidding. Sort of."
But he wasn't entirely wrong. The scale of this place was intimidating. I smoothed down my dress for the tenth time, my own nerves a frantic flutter in my chest. This was it. The meeting.
