Liora’s POV
Back in Raya’s apartment, she was still buzzing.
“You’re going to look incredible behind the wheel,” she said, practically bouncing. “Oh, I should design you something to wear! Imagine it, you looking so sleek and fierce, something that makes the crowd stop breathing.” She said with a dreamy look on her face and I rolled my eyes at her with a little chuckle.
“Raya,” I said dryly, “it’s a race, not a runway.”
“Everything’s a runway if you know how to work it.” She winked.
I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re impossible.” I said to her with an amused smile.
“Admit it, though, you’re excited.” She said wiggling her brows.
I hesitated, then nodded. “A little I guess" I shrugged casually.
“A little?” She gaped. “You’re glowing. You should see your face right
