Finally, after a year and a few months, I had returned to Carrington manor. The downpour had begun. Thankfully, Louis was fast asleep.

"Do you have an appointment, Miss?" I hear, as the window slides down. The man gasps. "M-Mr-Mrs Carrington." I chuckle.

"Do I need an appointment to get into my house, or will you let me in?"

"I'll have to confirm from Mr. Carrington first, ma'am."

"Don't you think he'll be pissed you didn't let me in? You'll end up losing your job, you know."

He looks scared. "There are so many cars."

"Six cars aren't so many, are they?" I respond, and he nods. He rushes back...