She could handle driving fast.

How hard could it be?

With a determined press of her foot on the accelerator, the car lunged forward.

“That's more like it! Maggie, open up the roof!" Bart yelled, a note of exhilaration in his voice.

Acknowledging him with a nod, Maggie pressed the appropriate button.

As the car's roof slid back, transforming the vehicle into a convertible, Bart cheered.

He stood, allowing the wind to carry his shouts into the distance, tousling their hair wildly in the process.

Maggie couldn't help but steal a glance at the man beside her.

The sight of his radiant smile under the open sky made her heart flutter. He was breathtakingly handsome, his image resembling a portrait that was etched deep into her heart.

After wrapping up the car purchase, Sanford decided it was time for a celebratory dinner.

“Bart, steer the new ride and tail me; we're hitting Atera Restaurant,"

Sanford proposed.

"Sounds like a plan," Bart replied, the excitement in his eyes unwavering. He hopped in the driver's seat of the fresh-off-the-lot car and tagged along behind Sanford.

As Maggie reclined in the passenger seat next to Sanford, she found it more relaxing to ride shotgun than take the wheel herself.

The thought of owning such a high-end car seemed somewhat pointless; she would only drive if absolutely necessary.

Lost in her thoughts, Maggie’s attention was captured by Sanford's voice resonating from his phone call.

"I need a selection of fashionable apparel, shoes, and bags suited for young ladies, and clothes and shoes for a boy around eighteen. Get them sent to my apartment."

Maggie's surprise gave way to curiosity. Once Sanford ended his call, she asked, “Are you buying clothes for Bart and me?"

“Indeed," Sanford replied.

Maggie fiddled with her fingers, her gaze dropping.

"I'm really sorry about what happened at the shop, Sanford."

The plain attire she and her brother had donned had invoked scorn from the saleswoman, and she feared that they had tarnished Sanford's reputation in the process.