One can only say that life is unpredictable, the more you don't want something to happen, the more it tends to come your way.
However, Aaron didn't know that Casio was the instigator that day, and he remained in the dark. This sheer obliviousness was actually quite pleasant.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble..." Two horse carriages advanced and soon arrived at the gate.
On the moving track, a dark green carriage curtain was drawn aside.
A hand with distinct joints held a gilded black invitation, resting at the edge of the carriage window. The elderly steward standing by was momentarily startled, but he immediately gave a respectful bow, not taking the invitation. Instead, he gestured for them to enter and personally took it upon himself to guide the black carriage.
