The man walking over was a besuited elder; he looked extremely cultured.
'He must be the owner of this villa.' Yvette Larson panicked inwardly. 'The owner has found out about us trespassing on his private property!'
She could imagine just how terrifying the consequences would be.
The elder walked up to Yvette Larson and reached out to open her door.
By now, Yvette Larson was so frightened that she had clamped her eyes shut, trying to avoid the owner at all costs.
She was truly terrified. 'Finn has really gone too far with his joke this time. How am I supposed to clean up this mess?'
She heard the car door being pulled open. "Ma'am, please get out."
Just as Yvette Larson thought that she would be lambasted, she unexpectedly heard the word 'Ma'am.'
Yvette Larson wondered if she was hallucinating because of her nerves.
"Ma'am, is there something I've done wrong?"
