The Billionaire's divorced wife
I heard honking behind me and when I looked at the side mirror, it was a yellow Ferrari that sang all things, Eliza Lancaster, my second cousin.
I drove into the estate and packed in front of the main entrance. One of the valets came to collect the car keys. Just when I was hoping to escape from the bee, she sang right into my ear.
"Cars like that still exist, I thought they went into extinction,"
She was talking about my Mercedes Benz 2017. Eliza has one of those funny, pretentious voices that annoy the crap out of normal people. She tries too hard to be cute and even after spending thirty-one years on Earth, she should get the memo that it was enough time to stop acting cute.
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