The weather was terrible. It was pouring rain, the streets were flooded, and in such weather, you just wanted to stay at home under a warm blanket.

However, Aurora was now outside, standing on the porch of an expensive cottage, protecting her evening gown, perfect hairstyle, and makeup from the rain. She glanced at her watch with dissatisfaction, already imagining how upset her brother would be about her being late for the banquet. What was the occasion? Perhaps some successful business deal, or the birthday of some important bigwig, but she didn't really care.

Aurora clicked her tongue quietly, tapping her heel as a familiar black Maserati pulled up to her driveway. She already knew who was behind the wheel, which annoyed her even more.