Seeing that Sylvia was very insistent on the time, the manager quickly whistled and called over one of the coachmen standing nearby.
"Greg, why don't you start your trip? It's getting late isn't it?" He muttered whilst giving Sylvia a knowing glance.
She as well nodded at the man to thank him and got onto the carriage, shuffling her feet carefully and hopping in.
She squeezed her small figure in between two huge boxes and settled down in between.
Her actions were definitely not befitting the status of a noblewoman whom she claimed to be, but since it was Sylvia she had the natural charm and elegance to still pull it off.
A couple of minutes later, Sylvia felt a slight jerk, which indicated that the coachman had gotten on to the carriage as well.
She wondered if it was the same man called Greg whom the manager had called for earlier.
She could only observe his silhouette from the back, so she didn't know for sure.
