A hush fell over the crowd as the car came to a slow stop near the main gate.
Whispers rose.
"Whose car is that?"
"Looks like a Ferrari… or maybe a Lamborghini?"
"No way anyone here owns that."
And then, to everyone's shock, Carrie appeared.
With her modest blouse and jeans, her beauty was as radiant as ever, but it was the car she walked toward that stunned the crowd into silence.
Without hesitation, she opened the passenger door, slipped gracefully inside, and shut it behind her.
The engine growled once more, and the sports car pulled away, leaving a trail of stunned faces in its wake.
"Was that… Carrie?!" someone gasped, voicing what everyone else was thinking.
In moments, the courtyard buzzed like a hive.
The angelic girl who had always seemed so pure, so untouchable, had just been picked up in a car worth more than most of their families' homes.
Speculation spread like wildfire. Who was driving?
Was Carrie secretly dating someone powerful, someone rich?
