THIRD PERSON'S POV
By the time the driver pulled up in front of the house, her mother was already waiting at the front porch, smiling like a child that had just been handed a new doll.
The Chauffeur got down to get her door, but she pushed open the door hitting the man in the process. “Learn to be fast next time,” she snarled, “I'm not paying you to slack off at your job,” she added, slammed the door shut and pushed past him..
“What's the problem child?”
Claire pressed her lips together. “Mom, I'm honestly not in the mood to go over what that dumb chauffeur did,” she said, heading straight to the door. She pushed the door open and entered. The house was strangely quiet save for the sound of music playing from the recorder.
She propped herself on the chair, “Isn't father around?”
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