The drive to the Silver Oaks Golf Estate was a masterclass in the quiet, manicured beauty that only extreme wealth could buy. Jake steered his car through the winding roads of the suburbs, the engine's hum a low, steady purr that felt perfectly at home among the sprawling lawns and high stone walls.
Beside him, Catharine looked stunning. She had chosen a sophisticated, sleeveless midi dress in a soft, dusty rose that complemented her skin tone perfectly. It was elegant but possessed a modern edge that made her look like she belonged in the upper echelons of Aurelia's social scene without looking like she was trying too hard. She had paired it with simple gold jewelry and the silver bracelet Jake had given her, which caught the sunlight every time she moved her hand.
