"Do you want help getting off?" Sven asked as he stood by the carriage's door. "You almost fell last time."
"Nonsense," I muttered. "Away you go, I can do this by myself."
"Sure." He shrugged and walked three feet away. "Hop out, then."
I frowned at him. He clearly didn't trust me. Oh, I'll show him then. Oh yes I will. With a careful foot on the little steps that led out, I emerged from the carriage. I had intended to put my second foot on the second step but it slipped on the brass and I tumbled down on my face.
"Ow!" I groaned as I held my nose. Three steps away, Sven had erupted into laughter.
"Are you okay?" he gasped as he came to my aid. "I told you. You should've taken my help."
I pulled my arm free from his hand and stood up on my own. "Gee, how thoughtful of you." I dusted my dress down and noticed there was a small rip in the skirt. "Ah, lord. I've done it now. Mama's gonna kill me."
