"Good afternoon, Ms. Welcher, how do you do?" Annabelle's husband, Donovan greeted her.
"Very well, Sir Bingley. Congratulations on being a father," she congratulated him and they exchanged pleasantries to which Annabelle rolled her eyes, couldn't they just drop the polite formality.
Once they were done talking, Donovan asked his wife, "Shall we leave?" and he saw Annabelle nod.
Walking closer towards the carriage, Annabelle turned towards Katie.
"Katherine, would you like to stay with us?" she asked suddenly, startling Katie.
"What? No, you don't have to worry about it. I am doing great at the mansion and I wouldn't want to impose on you."
"Rubbish!" Annabelle waved her hand.
"I mean it, Anna. I have got used to the life in the mansion," which was true. It had become a warm nest, "I'm waiting for the news about Ralph too."
"But you can do that while you're at our house. Donovan," she turned to her husband's help.
