Emily chuckled softly; she couldn't deny the truth staring her in the face. From the scrappy, dented body of the car alone, she could already understand Lucian's struggle.
Lucian never imagined a time like this, not even in his worst dreams, that as the proud heir of the Sterling legacy, he would one day drive a car that felt like it belonged in a scrapyard.
But tonight had already taught him that life had a cruel sense of humor.
Emily reached the passenger side and opened the door, catching the way he struggled to wind down the manual window.
She burst into laughter, unable to stop herself this time, her voice crackling through the evening light like wind chimes.
Emily walked to the passenger side and opened the door just as Lucian struggled with the manual window. The sight made her burst into laughter.
No matter how rough her day had been, watching Lucian deal with a taste of the common life put a refreshing smile on her face.
