Barbara stood there, wide-eyed, as the doors opened. What lay before her was nothing short of a miracle. That was the only word she could use to describe it—only God himself could have inspired a room like this.
For a car enthusiast like her, this was heaven. The cars were arranged like a showroom, polished to perfection, each one a masterpiece. But two vehicles in the center of the room called to her, drawing her in like a magnet. She approached them, her breath catching in her throat.
The car before her was nothing short of engineering brilliance. Its sleek silver body gleamed under the soft lighting, its aerodynamic curves and gullwing doors exuding an aura of exclusivity. It stood apart from the rest—commanding, dominant, unmistakably iconic.
Bill, noticing her awestruck reaction, began, "That's the 19—"