The Maybach glided through Miami traffic like a shark through dark water, ARIA handling the wheel with such precision it felt more like levitation than driving. Every one of Soo-Jin's shopping bags was tucked in the trunk with military order, because of course my AI organized luxury retail like it was prepping for a Pentagon briefing.
Soo-Jin herself kept glancing at her reflection in the tinted glass, still stunned at the transformation from trafficking survivor to trust-fund princess in a single afternoon.
"This restaurant better have good food," Madison said, stretching lazily like a cat. "All that shopping worked up an appetite."
"It's Miami's finest," Amanda replied, scrolling her phone like she was reading scripture. "Five-star ratings, celebrity clientele, the works. Bread probably costs the same as an entire week's groceries."
