Clara hummed the lyrics of her orchestra music as she stepped down from her Ferrari. Ryan had gifted it to her on her twentieth birthday and for some reasons she loved it more than the other cars her father had. She had just finished her musicals for the evening and according to her the show was successful.

It wasn’t about the money for her. The only reason she charged for tickets was because she had to pay the rest of her team.

The light to the living room flashed on but she didn’t ...