The carriage ride back to the Benson mansion was completely silent. When the carriage finally reached a complete stop in the large stone courtyard, the doors of the mansion were already open.
Uncle Murry was standing at the top of the stairs, waiting for them. When he saw the hired carriage, a massive, warm smile spread across his wrinkled face. He walked quickly down the stone steps to meet them.
"My lady, you are home," Uncle Murry said happily as he went to welcome them.
The carriage driver opened the door. Damon did not wait for the footman. He moved smoothly and got down from the carriage first. His boots hit the stone pavement with a solid thud.
He turned around and looked into the carriage. Camilla was sitting there, her feet tucked under her sapphire-blue dress.
Damon reached into the carriage and picked up her soft shoes from the velvet seat.
