—New York—
The clear sky, glass buildings reflecting the sun like divine blades.
And in the middle of the urban jungle, a roar broke the methodical routine of the traffic.
Vrrrrooom!
A Ferrari Fenice GT-Z, an exclusive model with golden details and hand-embroidered interior upholstery by artisans, sliced through the avenues like a bored goddess at high speed.
Behind the wheel, Luna.
Dressed in a Chanel tailored suit, hair tied in a careless bun, and sunglasses that cost the average annual salary of a common CEO.
"Another meeting of stiff gentlemen discussing innovation as if they had discovered the wheel... I deserve more, New York."
The cars around literally moved away from the lane, as if recognizing the energy of "zero patience, infinite wallet" that Luna exuded.
At the intersection of 5th Avenue with 57th, the light turned red.
She released the wheel with a yawn, leaned back, and grabbed her iPhone 19S Ultra that had just been launched in the United States.
Notification in the group:
@Nikoly: "Luna... You out here cruising while we're like CLT workers, pulling all-nighters and sniffing spreadsheets."
@Victória: "If you show up in Phoenix with that American tan, I'll personally give you a volcanic lava exfoliation."
@Lumine: "Spends gasoline instead of calories… and still says she suffers. Ai ai."
Luna bit her lip holding back laughter.
With a tap, she typed.
@SmellOfRainOnEarth: "Just letting you know I'm heading back to the Phoenix Empire next week... if the Wall Street sharks stop inviting me to dinner."
Instantly, more messages came, mixed with indignation and envy.
@Victória: "You're different from that supreme AI we launched! At least she's responsible."
@Nikoly: "You think marketing sells itself, rich witch?"
@Lumine: "I'm crying over spreadsheets while you speed down 5th Avenue. You know that's jail time, right?"
Luna laughed out loud.
A laugh worthy of a dorama villain, the kind that annoys just because it's naturally beautiful.
"Ai, such a delicious envy... my favorite kind of entertainment."
The light turned green.
And without wasting time, Luna hit the accelerator as if New York were a racetrack.
The engine roar echoed between the buildings like the call of a lioness in full command.
Pedestrians took pictures, drones followed her, and a notification popped up on the car's dashboard: "You are in 7 viral TikTok videos in real time."
Luna responded with a tongue click. "Less than 10? Failure."
She continued through Manhattan's streets as if it were her private runway of luxury and speed.
Vrrrrooomm...
Piiiuuuu!
Luna slammed the brakes abruptly upon seeing a bluish reflection in the rearview mirror.
A police cruiser with flashing lights ordered her to pull over.
"Ah, great," she murmured, turning off the K-POP playing and placing her sunglasses on top of her head. "Here comes karma... in uniform version."
A police officer with a stern expression, mirrored glasses, and a voice that hadn't smiled since the last century approached the Ferrari window. "Miss, do you know the speed you were driving?"
Luna gave her best diplomatic smile. "The speed of emotion, officer."
Silence.
As icy as the Cryon Empire.
The officer just extended the tablet with a holographic ticket glowing vampire red. "Sign. And be careful, next time your emotion will be driving you to jail."
"Noted, Sergeant... and thank you for your service to the community," Luna replied, typing with her nail and driving off with her pride wounded — and 3 points added to her license.
Upon arriving at her mansion, the gate opened automatically, and thermal sensors recognized her arrival as if they were royal servants.
Entering the hall, Luna kicked her shoes away and threw herself onto the living room sofa, sinking into cushions that felt like clouds with a degree in comfort engineering.
"No more meetings. Finally. Let the CEOs of the world explode in eternal meetings... without me."
She stayed there for a few moments, in silence, enjoying the echo of her own peace.
Until…
Ping!
"Urgh…" She rolled her eyes without moving. "If it's another meeting notification I'm running away to Japan with Nikoly."
But the name that appeared on the screen made her heart do a tiny flip of expectation: Matthew
Luna straightened like a rocket, almost tripping over her own foot as she jumped on the sofa with the phone in her hands. "What could the prince want, huh? A dinner invitation? A secret request? A…"
She swiped anxiously.
Read.
And buried her face in her hands with a guttural sound of defeat.
@Matthew: "Hi Luna. My father asked me to thank you for your support in the project to build 10 schools and universities in the territory of the Phoenix Empire. He said your help was crucial to speeding up the bidding process. Gratitude from the Crown."
Silence.
Luna stood still, staring at the screen for five seconds.
Then ten.
Then... she whispered to herself. "I'm an idiot. A deluded diplomat. Damn it, Luna, he has the IQ of a rock and here I was thinking he was going to say something cute."
She rolled to the side on the sofa, still staring at the ceiling, huffing like a tragic Broadway diva.
Picking up the phone again, she murmured. "A school? A building? At least praise my hair, you walking freezer."
She typed, thought, deleted.
Typed again. Deleted again.
Finally, she threw the phone to the other side of the sofa and hugged a pillow with a face full of boredom and romantic frustration. "Damn Matthew and his ability to give me false hope…"
Then she blinked and murmured. "But at least his father thanked me. With luck, I can influence Phoenix... Ai, my life turned into an emotional spreadsheet."
After taking a nap, Luna now finds herself in the gym of her mansion.
Dressed in tight black shorts and a white top that highlighted the symmetrical perfection of her body, Luna had been running on the treadmill for exactly two hours with a K-POP playlist blasting through the speakers at a volume that showed no respect for the neighbors, mainly because she had no neighbors. Just acres of gardens.
Sweating? No.
Tired? Pfft.
Sweating cold like humans? No way.
She simply existed in absolute fitness rhythm, with steady heartbeats and a serene expression.
"Only two hours and not even my metabolism threatened to respect me yet…" she murmured, jumping off the treadmill with the lightness of a royal elf.
Passing by the huge mirror on the side wall, Luna stopped.
And smiled.
Her body looked as if sculpted by an alien artist passionate about female deities.
Abs with the first definition of six-pack, not exaggerated but defined.
Sculpted arms, delicately marked.
Legs? An ode to beauty. Toned, symmetrical, and with curves that defied human architecture.
"Okay. The hottie is me. Period." she said with that self-proclaimed divine tone.
Luna turned a little to the side, fixed her hair with her fingers, looked at the reflection, gave a little giggle, and pulled the phone out of her side pocket.
She took a selfie.
Perfect angle.
Natural background light.
Casually lethal pose.
The look of "oops, I didn't even notice I'm beautiful."
Without overthinking it, or thinking exactly enough, she clicked send and sent it to Matthew.
Two seconds passed.
She smiled sideways.
Three seconds.
She typed.
@SmellOfRainOnEarth: "Sent by mistake. Hehe."
But, of course... she didn't delete the photo for him to see.
Never.
"Let's see if the cold one feels the ice melting now…" she said, twirling the phone between her fingers.
She glanced at the mirror again and winked at herself. "Thanks, Gym. Thanks, Tycoon System. And thanks, Matthew, for being slow enough to make me play with your sanity."
Putting a water bottle to her lips, Luna headed to the living room, phone in hand, waiting for his reply.
She could even swear the prince's heart froze for 5.5 seconds… before catching fire.