Sly like a cat.

Revving up her engine, Aléa tilted her head towards the passenger seat beside her, waiting for her younger cousin to hop in. True to his playful disposition, he didn’t even bother opening the door and jumped in with the elegance of a gazelle, shifting this way and that as he settled into the leather cushions.

Ah, what a treat. You really have a thing for comfort, Aunty,” Victor used the nickname he and many of their extended family used for her.

Rolling her eyes inwardly, she pressed the accelerator without remorse and they went speeding off through the open metal gates of the estate.

Woah!

Your seatbelt, Victor. We wouldn’t want you to fall over,” Aléa said in a teasing tone, far from her stoic expression. She increased the speed as the car moved through hilly slopes of the Italian countryside, passing through fields that went as far as the eye could see, and even further.

She was using this as a method to let off some steam, which was very much needed for her.

The meeting had left a