"Are We Familiar?"

The next morning, after Cynthia finished her morning routine, she went downstairs for breakfast. While eating, she looked at Tristan and said, "Let me borrow your car later. I need to go to the studio to check on the progress of the dresses."

"Choose any car from the garage," Tristan replied generously.

Excitement sparkled in Cynthia's eyes as she quickly finished her breakfast, eager to try out Tristan's impressive collection of cars. However, Tristan, being a bit of a party pooper, took the driver's seat.

"A driver?" Cynthia stood in front of the car, raising an eyebrow at him.

Tristan smiled, "Your exclusive driver."

Cynthia thought it was quite an honor to have Tristan, a man of immeasurable wealth and status, act as her personal chauffeur.

Under Tristan's escort, Cynthia smoothly arrived at the bridal studio.