"We are here!"
The Chauffeur's voice snapped Florence out of her reverie and she looked outside the window of the carriage.
'When did we reach here?' She glanced around with that thought and made sure that she was indeed on the road that led to the Eastern part of the Vincardine. The hours of the journey felt like minutes to her clouded mind.
Before she could say anything the door of the carriage was opened and the Chauffeur offered his hand for her to take. He smiled at her with a thought that something might have changed between them after their wonderful time in each others' arms.
But Florence didn't return his smile. She accepted his outstretched hand and the man helped her to step down the carriage.
It was the time of dawn and the darkness of the previous night still coated the surroundings. The roadside lamps and the faint light coming from the slowly rising sun fell on them.
"Should I convey any word from you to Master?" He asked.
