At precisely the one hour mark I was coming out the front door as Bodin was headed up the steps.
Likely to come get me. I gave him a black look.
“I told you an hour.” He said dismissively. Taking my valise from my hand and walking to the carriage to hand it over to the Footman who buckled it atop the carriage. The Charter’s carriage was sleek and black and adorned with the green and gold coat of arms. Intricately depicted on each side. There was a bit of wood vinery which circled the base of the vehicle to add a bit of flair.
“Ginny isn’t coming?” I looked back and saw she was dropping my other bag on the steps and heading back in.
“I’ll send for her once you’ve gotten a little more comfortable so she can be doing things for you here until you’re ready for her.”
“But my maid is usuall
