The car slowly pulled out of the parking garage. Nerida stood there, watching helplessly as it disappeared into the distance. "Miss Wilson's temper isn't too bad," he muttered. "If she really marries Everett, maybe she'll put in a good word and I'll get a raise."
There was no snow today.
Workers were out clearing the sidewalks, and most of the streets were already clean. Still, Aurora drove carefully, worried about even the slightest accident.
She couldn't afford anything to happen while she was still on the road. If she was delayed, the meeting might go terribly wrong.
If she was late, who knew what that weirdo might do…
Aurora stepped into the inn.
The place had a strong Country S vibe, like something straight out of the past. Even the servers were dressed in traditional outfits, giving the whole place a dreamlike, time-travel feeling.
"Miss, are you here to dine or to meet someone?"
