Elara

I get ready for class. I wear a backless dress and heels. I carry my new bag and go outside. I find Lou waiting for me in the living area, wearing an impeccable suit as usual.

" My lady," he bows.

" Good morning, Lou. You don't have to drive me to uni. I can call a cab while I wait for my car," I tell him. He scowls.

" A cab? No, my lady. I can't allow that," he insists on taking my bag. Lou leads me to my husband's private garage. There are so many different types of cars. He has a refined taste in automobiles. Lou...