No time to rest

Third person's POV

After some minutes of driving, the sleek car pulled up in front of the penthouse building. The driver quickly came around and opened the door for Rose. She startled slightly, still not used to this level of service.

"Oh! Thank you," Rose said, momentarily flustered as she stepped out. 

It hit her suddenly—just how drastically her life had changed in such a short time. 

A week ago, she had been heartbroken and homeless. Now she was exiting luxury vehicles with chauffeurs opening doors for her.

As the initial shock faded, a wicked smile crossed her face. 

"What would Elvin think if he could see me now—living in his father's penthouse, being driven around in expensive cars, dressed in formal business attire like I belonged in this world?"

"He had probably choke on whatever overpriced drink he's sipping," she muttered to herself with a small, vindictive laugh.