*me too...*
Jonathon wheeled around a corner in his carriage, watching the trees and houses pass by him. Dressed in his newest ensamble, he was prepared to shake hands, give smiles, and then attempt to leave as soon as he possibly could. It was, afterall, an invitation for his father's presence, not his own. So what could it hurt to just say a warm hello to the hosts and then be on his way back home.
Suddenly, his carriage came to an abrupt stop, and he hit his neck on the wooden door of the carriage.
"Ouch," he moaned. Lifting his head up and looking out his window, he hollered, "Winston, what is going on up there!"
Winston jumped off of the driver's chair and walked towards Jonathon.
"It appears, sir, that you will have a guest riding with you to the festivities this evening."
Jonathon pondered what his driver had just told him.
"But I didn't invite anyone to join me, Winston. Who would be inviting themselves into my carriage?"
Winston looked a bit confused himself. "Well sir, it appears that Miss Madeline Priston will be joining you this evening, if you wish it."
"Madeline?"
"Madeline, sir."
Jonathon opened his carriage door, and stepped out. He walked towards the front of the carriage where the horses had halted and looked up to see Madeline, one of his house maids in beautiful dress.
This time, Jonathon blushed. "Madeline?"
Madeline stayed atop her horse. "Good evening, Mr. Wright. I was told by your father to join you on this trip. I hope I'm acceptable to accompany you this evening."
Jonathon was still in awe of Madeline's beauty.
"Mr. Wright? Are you alright Mr. Wright?"
Jonathon quickly snapped back to reality.
"Oh yes, Madeline. I am fine. I was just-- Well, did my father tell you why he asked you to join me?"
Madeline bowed her eyes. "He told me that I was to accompany you to make sure you stayed the whole evening, sir."
Jonathon sighed. Of course. That was good old father. Always following through.
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