After finishing their hearty breakfast, the group readied themselves for departure. Their laughter and small chatter carried faintly through the villa halls as they gathered outside, where a long silver limousine awaited them. The polished surface gleamed under the morning sun, catching glimmers of gold as it moved, and on its door was proudly emblazoned the crest of the Leclair family—a radiant pair of angelic wings encircling a shining star.
One by one, they stepped inside, the plush interior swallowing them in comfort. The seats were lined with soft white leather, faintly perfumed with a hint of jasmine, while crystal compartments held refreshments should they wish. The engine purred to life, smooth and almost imperceptible, and with a gentle lurch, the limousine rolled forward, gliding across the pristine roads of Angel's City.
