Anna's POV

Adrian got a driver for his other car, in such short notice, and wanted me to ride in it. Okay, if that wasn't love then I didn't know what it was.

I said hi to the driver, and he was fairly old, around Madame Avery's age range but obviously slightly older. If I didn't know Adrian, I would've thought he hired an old man because he didn't want a young one like us. I laughed because I found it cute and funny.

“Good evening sir.”

“Good evening Miss.”

I guess he didn't know my name, so I decided to tell him.

“It's okay, just call me Anna.” I...