The cars pulled up to the private hangar one after the other. Lorenzo's black Bentley was the last to arrive, gliding smoothly over the pavement like a panther in the night. Inside, Silver sat slumped against the car door, her face pale and her lashes fluttering with exhaustion. She hadn't slept for more than six hours in the past three days, her mind constantly spinning over the upcoming fashion launch. Calls from Paris, messages from investors, fabrics to approve, models to select. It was endless.
She had just ended a call with the Paris venue manager, placing her phone on silent before shutting her eyes for a brief moment of peace. She didn't even realize when her head dropped softly onto Lorenzo's shoulder, her breath evening out into sleep. Lorenzo didn't move. He sat completely still, his sharp eyes watching the city blur by through the window, while his lips curved into a soft smile. He didn't dare wake her.
