The evening sky had turned dark by the time the carriage finally rolled through the front gates of the Benson mansion. The carriage wheels crunched loudly against the gravel driveway, making a steady, rhythmic sound in the quiet night air. The carriage slowly came to a halt right in front of the grand stone steps leading up to the main entrance of the manor.
A footman quickly stepped forward and pulled the carriage door open.
Camilla gathered the soft fabric of her day dress and stepped carefully out of the carriage. Her shoes touched the stone ground. She let out a long, quiet sigh. Her shoulders felt heavy, and her mind was exhausted. She had spent the entire day at the store with Allen, reviewing endless ledgers, checking inventory, and making sure the business was secure.
She just wanted to rest.
She walked slowly up the wide stone steps and pushed the doors open to enter the grand foyer.
