"I suddenly feel like shopping."
The explanation earned a laugh.
Within minutes, the two of them had crossed the residence and entered the underground parking garage.
A silver sports car waited near the center.
Camilla climbed into the driver's seat without hesitation.
The engine roared softly to life.
Behind them, several security vehicles immediately prepared to follow.
As the gates opened and the sports car accelerated smoothly onto the road, Camilla found herself smiling.
For the second time that day, curiosity had completely overpowered common sense.
And somehow she had a feeling that wherever Daniella Torres Mendoza went, ordinary afternoons rarely stayed ordinary for very long.
---------
