The car sailed smoothly through the heart of Manhattan, its sleek black exterior glinting under the golden shimmer of the afternoon sun. The Montgomery crest shimmered faintly on the doors, an emblem of old money and undeniable influence. The city pulsed around them in its usual chaos, but inside the luxury vehicle, it was a world of elegance and calm. Anastasia watched as iconic buildings passed by—glass giants towering like sentinels of wealth and power. There were shoppers on Fifth Avenue, men in tailored suits sipping espresso outside posh cafes, and flashes of designer bags that probably cost more than someone's rent.
Valentine, poised and elegant as ever, behind the steer with a pair of oversized sunglasses perched on her nose. Camille, impossibly graceful, lounged next to Anastasia, scrolling through her phone with one manicured hand, the other holding a designer water bottle like it was a fashion statement.
