They arrived at the packhouse in ten minutes, with the simplified and modernized black horse-drawn carriage with buggies rolls on steel and solid rubber tires. Vivian got on out of the carriage with wobbly knees due to the speed the coachman was going at the same time. "How original!" Vivian whisper. In the hug of the dress, her spirit lifts and joins the carefree breeze. In the golden evening gown, she feels feminine and powerful, all the best parts of femininity blossoming into a slightly shy smile.
"Trust me, my brother loves an old-school type of transportation," Althea responded. l and offered her a smile.
Walter had called the coachman during their trip, and she could hear his deep voice coming from the phone as he barked orders at the coachman.
“Thank you so much! Althea gushed,
