After seeing the man smile at her as if he were in a very good mood, Maggie stepped into the carriage to have the coachman close the door before hopping on the front seat to sit. As the carriage was parked behind Mr. Wells carriage, Maggie leaned forward to tap on the glass.
“Let them go first,” she said to her coachman who nodded his head.
“Yes, milady,” answered the coachman.
She saw Mr. Well’s carriage move forward to leave the mansion after which they left. Maggie didn’t know why the man had the habit of knocking on her to ask her questions even though it had been only twice since they had met each other, this being the second time.
Her lips pursed together, her eyes looking outside the window of the carriage to look at the trees as well as some of the houses which were built in midst of the forest as they headed towards the village. The carriage continued to pull itself forward and away from the village while Maggie lost herself in her own thoughts.
Men were not to be trusted. She had learned it from her experience and she wasn’t going to fall for any lie this time.
After having her heart broken while feeling the shame for what had happened in the past, the blood on her hands, she didn’t know she had it in her soul to love someone. Of course, Mr. Wells had only spoken to her but with the way he did, she could sense his interest. Trying to poke her to get her to talk to him earlier.
Sven had been her first love but after what took place, things had not only turned bitter but far worse than any she would have ever imagined it to be. The signs were there all along but she had failed to notice. It is often told that things that one ignored, turning a blind eye initially were what broke the relationship in the end. Sven was her family’s choice and it had turned to her choice too but not anymore.
As the carriage continued to move, Maggie felt a small bump on the road before she felt herself fall back along with the carriage as the wheel broke down.
“Are you alright, Lady Maggie?” the coachman came hurriedly to her side by opening the door of the carriage. He extended his gloved hand for her and Maggie took the coachman’s hand to crawl out of the carriage.
“What happened?” Maggie asked the man, her eyes falling on the wheel to notice that the back wheel hadn’t broken itself but it had got itself stuck in a deep puddle of mud. The water that was filled in the puddle came up to the quarter height to have the wheel slipped in there.
“The wheel got stuck, milady. I didn’t realize it would be this deep,” the man apologized quickly. Truth was that he had been distracted by a bluebird that flew right in front of him where he had ended up missing the spot of watery mud on the road.
Maggie crossed her hands across her chest, “Get it fixed right away,” she ordered her coachman who quickly nodded his head and started to work on the wheel. Trying to push the wheel out but the weight of the carriage was too much for him to handle that he alone couldn’t do it and would need someone’s help in getting the wheel out.
While the man continued to put his efforts, Maggie continued to stand quietly in front of the carriage as she waited for him to get it moved so that they could ride the carriage again. It was obvious in the first two minutes that the man wouldn’t be able to do it.
Hearing the sounds of horses and the carriage that rode on the road. Maggie told her coachman,
“I will be taking a ride from the carriage that is coming now. Have the carriage fixed and taken back to the mansion. I will take my ride back home myself. Tell father to not worry about me,” she informed the man. The coachman could only nod over his demise were he would take more than hour or so depending on who would be able to help him and help was never sent easily, “I will see if Mrs. Jillian has their coachman in the house to assist you once I reach.”
Maggie waved her hand, walking towards the wet road as she flailed her hands in front of the carriage in the hope that it would stop. The carriage appeared to be a distant one which wasn’t a local carriage.
It was very rare for a carriage to not stop when one found a stranded lady on the road. A woman like her- rich clothes, expensive pearls that hung around her neck and the way she looked with her red eyes, it was hard for one to not stop. As expected the carriage did stop in front of them and she saw who was in there, her face turned slightly sour.
Mr. Jerome Wells.
Didn’t he leave the mansion before their own carriage? She had even given them enough time so that the man would not be there to catch her on where she was going. After all, the place she had told her father she was going was not exactly for what she went to daily. According to her family, Maggie spent a good rapport with Mrs. Jillian who was a pureblooded vampire which was why they found it to be agreeable. But they didn’t know the truth, it was something she had been hiding from everyone’s eyes and ears.
“What happened to your carriage?” asked Mr. Wells, his eyes falling on the wheel that had got itself stuck in the mud, “This is why you should have accompanied me in my own carriage, Lady Maggie.”
Maggie wondered why out of many people in the town and village it was him who had come to stop right now, “I don’t think anyone would have presumed with the premonition of it happening. It is just an unfortunate incident.”
“Your unfortunate incident appears to be an opportune moment for me. Let me give you a ride,” offered Jerome, his brighter red eyes waiting for her as she appeared to be conflicted, “I promise you, I won’t bite,” Maggie looked at him alarmed.
“I think I will prefer to stand and wait for the wheel to be pulled out,” she turned her head away from him looking in the direction of the other end of the road as if she were waiting for the next carriage.
