Declan had been driving for nearly an hour, following Yasmin's directions. He finally drove into a posh residential area.
He looked at the tall towers on both sides of the road and wondered, "Your friend lives here!"
He was astounded that the cranky woman lived in such a high-class society where celebrities and wealthy people lived.
"Yes." Her response was brief. She looked at the towers and checked her phone. Then she pointed at a tall tower on the extreme right end. "There… That one is her block."
"Here we go." Declan drove over there and parked the car. He got out first and assisted Yasmin in getting out.
"Hey, you haven't taken the bouquet."
Yasmin glared at him, annoyed. "Look at me." She directed her fingers to her plastered leg and the crutch. "I am holding my purse too. How am I going to hold a bouquet?"
