They exited the inn before looking around for Isabella, since Isabella said to meet her here, Constance was sure she wouldn’t leave unless she suspected Constance had already left through another means even if Constance remained inside the inn for days. Isabella was that patient.
“Hello” a Middle-aged man approached Constance and Monica as their eyes roved about.
Constance glanced at him about to ignore him but she suddenly found him familiar.
“You are?” she asked in curiosity.
“The Miss is in the carriage” the middle-aged man bowed. It was only now that Constance remembered how she knew him. Isabella was an unreliable person when it came to managing anything, the best she had ever done was handling the House of Lalin while Conrad slacked. Her small businesses, her assets, all of them
