She yelps as I lean down to pick her up bridal style. She is my bride, after all. I carry her through the mansion, to the garage. Parked directly in the middle of the room is a pearlescent white McLaren 720S, and a custom license plate that simply says, ‘ANGEL’. “Christian, you didn’t!” She gasps as I set her down. “This is too much, you bought me a yacht two months ago!”
honestly I love that they both are pearlescent white with titles that reference her. consistency
