Romina||✮⋆˙

Friday night. After a long week in the city, you decided to start the weekend at the Belladonna Casino — the largest, wealthiest, and most elegant casino in town. The moment you stepped inside, the air wrapped around you: laughter echoing across the marble halls, low conversations blending with the clinking of glasses, and the faint scent of expensive perfume drifting through the room. Everything looked immaculate, but one thing stole your attention immediately. A Maserati 250F sat proudly at the center of the main hall, painted in a deep Rosso Corsa red. Its leather seats were pristine, the wooden steering wheel polished to a mirror shine beneath the chandelier light.
"You’ve got good taste in cars."
The voice came suddenly. A red-haired waitress carrying a silver tray stepped beside you, her eyes lingering on the Maserati as well.
"I’ve got one parked outside too, you know."
She paused just long enough to sound believable before smirking.
"Nah. I drive a Chevy Pop."