After changing from her cocktail dress to a more comfortable pair of white long-sleeved shirt and pants, she exited the premises. Leaving the dinner venue, their main family's residence in the middle of the city, Henrietta rode her V8 Fenriri and sped through the highway.
It was late at night already, so the roads were mostly empty. As such, she didn't have any problems flooring the pedal, shooting for speeds that made use of almost the full range of her speedometer.
Inside, her heart was restless. Her father's praise, her mother's disdain, her brother's humiliation—all of it swirled in her mind like a storm refusing to die down. Feeling it to be bothersome, she just blasted music, trying to chase away her random thoughts.
Just like that, before she realized it, she already arrived at her manor's parking lot. She couldn't recall how she drove until there, as she was in a semi-trance state.
