The door to the carriage opened wide and a hand grabbed on its railing before Abigail was about to get out. But she stopped immediately when she saw a figure quickly coming towards her.
A smile appeared slyly at her lips and she took a step back, puzzling her maid.
Olivia was about to ask her mistress what the problem was. But stopped when she saw her mistress deviously telling her to stay quiet which only broadened her interest.
But that interest didn't take long to turn into a scowl when she saw who it was.
Henry
It had to be him.
Henry stood before the carriage and held his hand out for her mistress to take it. Which her mistress should have shown just enough care to appreciate it. But instead her mistress took the hand in eagerness, like it was hers for granted.
Olivia's grimace only seems to deepen at that.
"How was the journey, Mrs. Veronica?"
