“Thank you. Have a safe trip back.”
“I will do so, miss.”
I closed the car door myself, since I had already asked the driver whether or not it would be acceptable for me to handle my luggage, as well as everything else, myself. At first he had had some reservations, but it became obvious to him that I was doing it for a reason. Little did he know that my reason for it, was so that he could leave and return back to Marcels pack as soon as possible.
Having his driver here with me, felt like a constant reminder of the fact that I was going back to the palace. And as little as that should have been able to hurt me, it felt like I was a block of cheese, and someone was slowly but surely grating away at my patience, at my self-control. How was I supposed to
