Sliding into the driverâs seat, Maggie felt a surge of nervousness, especially when she realized Sanford himself would be providing instruction.
As Sanford and Bart climbed into the vehicle, her hand trembled slightly on the ignition.
An experienced driver himself, Sanford picked up on Maggieâs anxiety immediately.
âEase up,â he suggested gently.
âThereâs no need to be nervous.
â
âOkay.
â
Nodding in agreement, Maggie took a deep breath and set off, guided by Sanfordâs calm directions.
Though she possessed a valid driving license, this was her first real experience on the road.
As such, she drove at a turtleâs pace, attracting the irked honks of cars that overtook them.
Witnessing even a scooter zip past their slow-moving car, Bart, from the back seat, couldnât resist the jibe.
âMaggie, you do realize youâre driving a car with four wheels, right? Can you go a bit faster? Even that scooterâs beating us.
â
A blush tinted Maggieâs cheeks at the comment.
Sanford, chuckling beside her, came to her defense.
âEasy, Bart.
Your sisterâs just being careful.
â
âOh, youâre just trying to coax her,â Bart grumbled in response.
Feeling a tad defensive, Maggieâs competitive streak flared.
âAlright then, buckle up.
I can drive fast too!â
She could handle driving fast.
How hard could it be?
With a determined press of her foot on the accelerator, the car lunged forward.
âThatâs more like it! Maggie, open up the roof!â Bart yelled, a note of exhilaration in his voice.
Acknowledging him with a nod, Maggie pressed the appropriate button.
As the carâs roof slid back, transforming the vehicle into a convertible, Bart cheered.
He stood, allowing the wind to carry his shouts into the distance, tousling their hair wildly in the process.
Maggie couldnât help but steal a glance at the man beside her.
The sight of his radiant smile under the open sky made her heart flutter.
He was breathtakingly handsome, his image resembling a portrait that was etched deep into her heart.