DEMETRIA

“Okay… girl, I see you. It’s superb, better than mine. I love it for you,” Anastasia said when I showed her my new car in Marion’s underground garage, the one he gifted me after the accident.

Now we’re on our way to God-knows-where, since she and Marion both told me to relax and enjoy the day.

“Yeah, that’s Marion, always fulfilling his promises. Today’s gifts were straight off my Pinterest board,” I said with a smile, recalling each one.

“That’s a billionaire ...