-Third Person POV-
Rachel exited her house through the servant’s quarters back door. Everyone was asleep and there was no reason for anyone to notice she was gone.
Her mom was fast asleep and slept like the dead, and the servants had nothing to tend to on a Tuesday night. Other than that they lived alone so she could sneak away easily.
She clutched her dress that seemed to be falling off her shoulder constantly and she had to hold up.
A dark anonymous carriage waited for her at the far end of the stables, just like promised. She knocked on the back twice before he stepped out.
Enrique was wearing a long curly haired wig, wore commoner clothing and held a cane. To add extra flare he wore an old brown top hat. Rachel took step back as he approached. He looked absolutely different. He h
