Alfred pulled the car arriving to the Winslow Residence. "Madam, we have arrived," he said, parking it at the side.
Arwen looked outside, and her lips lifted in a smile. "Thank you, Alfred," she said before pushing the door open and stepping down.
Heading straight inside, she was about to call Mr. Jones and ask about Aiden when a familiar aroma wafting in the air made her pause. She swallowed visibly before turning to look in the direction from which this aromatic air might be coming.
Like a moth attracted to fire, she walked waltz her way toward the kitchen, keeping her bad on the chair nearby, without any care.
Mr Jones, who just appeared from the hallway, noticed her and couldn't help but smile. The maid who was beside him was confused.
"Madam is back home," she said, "Shall I go and ask her if she needed anything?"
Mr. Jones shook his head. "There would be no need," he said, directing her to the other job. "You go and do your work."
