Zoe went downstairs and got into the car. The chauffeur noticed she was in a foul mood. So, he spoke ever so softly, “Shall we head home now, Ms. Zoe?”

She sat there quietly and looked out the car window. Neon lights were flickering in the city.

All of a sudden, she said softly, “I’m going to take a stroll. Go on back home, Luke!”

Luke, the old chauffeur, frowned and said, “That’s not happening, Ms. Zoe. I can’t leave you alone in the dead of night. Mr. Mason’s going to be worried sick if he finds out!”

Smiling faintly in response, she asked, “Do you really think he’d care?”

Luke immediately stopped talking. Lately, his master hadn’t been spending the nights in his own manor and the servants were gossiping behind his back. It’d be a bald-faced lie if he claimed he hadn’t heard any of it.

With that said, he was worried about Zoe. So, the car crept along the road, following Zoe as she took a stroll on the streets.

She had no idea how long she had been walking. It was about two