The late afternoon sun filtered through the glass walls of Capital Luxury Motors in Washington, D.C., casting long reflections across a showroom filled with gleaming Bentleys, Porsches, and Ferraris.
Karoline Leavitt stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.Dressed in a crisp white blouse, black dress pants, and modest low heels, she looked polished but understated—nothing flashy, just practical elegance.
Around her neck, a simple necklace caught the light. She brushed a loose strand of hair from her face and scanned the room.
She wasn’t here to make a statement. She needed a reliable, high-end vehicle for the grueling schedule she juggled every day.