It looked like a spaceship built by Gucci engineers on Adderall. Black leather seats with stitching so tight it made my trust issues jealous. Ambient lighting that shifted like mood rings on a rich girl's fingers. A dashboard that basically whispered, You'll never be good enough to own me unless your name is Kendall or Kylie.
"Feel that leather, Mom." I guided her toward the driver's seat like I was leading Cinderella into her Uber Black. "Sixteen years of sacrifice? This is what you get."
She eased in like the seat might eject her for using coupons. Gripped the wheel like it might disappear if she breathed too hard. But for a split second? She believed it. She saw herself in the GLE. And damn, it looked good on her.
Diaz wasn't done. "2.0-liter turbo engine. 255 horsepower. Nine-speed automatic transmission. All-wheel drive. Basically, you can drive this thing through a snowstorm and still look hot."
