~~PEYTON~~
The drive from the airport to the estate was the worst forty minutes of my life yet. In a Lambo, we are sitting opposite each other. It’s Axel and me, and then Charlotte somehow tags along in our car while the others take the other Lambo.
It is a nightmare. Axel doesn't even spare me a glance. His eyes are glued to his phone screen, scrolling endlessly, tapping his foot, and shifting in his seat, pretending I don’t exist.
And Charlotte? That windbag won't shut up. She has been on a one-sided conversation about the shortcomings of the Indian luxury market compared to the Italian one since the moment we buckled up.
She finally pauses for air, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me. "You've been suspiciously quiet. Do you have anything to contribute to the discussion, or ar
