Soon the wheels of the carriage and the horses' hooves came to a halt in front of the large council building. The coachman stepped down from his seat and came to stand in front of the carriage door. But he didn't open it.
Eve had never come by anywhere close to this place. Not just her, but any ordinary person, including those with a high social status, weren't allowed to come here as the place was only for people who worked here. The inner council members held privileges as the King and the Queen of their country.
Looking away from the window, Eve turned to Vincent. She said, "People will see us."
"My reputation in my eyes doesn't scar easy, Ms. Barlow," one corner of his lips curled. He explained, "It is night and most of them are either working in their office or have already left. There's barely anyone to see us."
Vincent raised his hand towards the carriage door, about to knock, when he asked Eve, "Are your legs still there?"
