Tyler’s POV

My butler opened the door for us.

            I can see it in his eyes on how both soaked in rain we are . The fragrance of petrichor is strongly shrouding me and Elaine. Not to mention our clothes are covered in mud and grass dirt.

            “Good morning, Sir!” I already told him he can drop his British accent since Elaine is a French-American anyway.

            “Good mo—Wait a minute, why did you say morning, Robert?” I asked my butler, who forgot to tie his night robe.

            “It’s already one o’clock in the morning, Sir.” Still, he is speaking in an impressive British accent that I only hear when he’s...