You’ll owe me another rematch
As Ciara and I slid into her sleek black car, I couldn't help but feel a small tinge of nostalgia flutter in my chest. It had been a while since I'd last been to her castle Ciara's grand estate that was somehow both imposing and a bit over the top, much like her personality.
"Seatbelt, princess," Ciara teased, glancing over at me as she revved the engine. Her white hair fell loosely over her shoulders.
I shot her a look, but buckled my seatbelt nonetheless. "Princess? Is that what we're going with now?" I raised an eyebrow.
She shrugged, her lips curling into a grin. "Hey, if the tiara fits."
"Funny. Last time I checked, you were the one with a castle."
"Touché," she said, shifting into gear as the car smoothly pulled out. "Maybe I'll loan you one someday. You'd look cute ruling over your own little kingdom." She tossed the comment casually, but there was a mischievous glint in her eyes.