Reaching the mansion, the coachman pulled the door of the carriage open, his head bowed as Damien stepped out of the carriage first and Penny followed his steps.
The mansion was white in color. Possibly clean making her wonder how the walls could be clean with all the rain that kept pouring day after day which had the ability to wash away the polish of the walls. It wasn't as big as Damien's own house but it was big enough than to be called average size.
"You don't have to answer people in there if you're uncomfortable, Penny," Damien gave her a heads-up before they could step inside.
Penny looked his way, her face turning one of worry, "Okay," she replied to see him smile.
