In the carriage where the insignia of de Lara was engraved, the atmosphere that flowed inside was tense and tended to be dark and heavy, which was completely in contrast to what was there in the morning.
The only same situation was that the young lady, who still wore a wide brim hat in her head, still had her gaze fixed to see what was laid outside the window. However, she somehow felt more suffocated this time as the gaze that came from the man sitting across from her pierced deeper, as if it were trying to penetrate her soul.
Through the carriage window, where the sun rays streamed stronger as the sun had risen higher compared to when they headed to Mr. Simone's shop, Joanna could see the reflection of the man, who seemed not to blink even once as he stared at her since they stepped inside the carriage. But it was neither a mischievous nor a friendly stare.
There had been no word coming out from him since then as well, which made Joanna feel more anxious.
