It did not take long before Fiona came out.
She was wearing a light jacket over the upper half of her maid uniform.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting… I'm ready," she said.
"It's fine. You're not really late. Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"To wherever you like. This is your city—you may choose the place," I said softly, then extended my hand.
The girl smiled and placed her hand in mine.
A short while later, we boarded a royal white carriage drawn by two white horses.
It was extravagantly luxurious.
Half an hour later, we arrived.
The carriage door opened, and before us stood two attendants dressed in red.
Both bowed.
Then I stepped down before the girl and lowered my hand for her.
In front of us, the place revealed itself.
"Are we at a palace?" I asked.
Fiona smiled and linked her arm with mine.
"No. A restaurant—for the upper class. I've always wanted to visit it as a lady."
"You are already a lady. Please," I said.
"Not yet," Fiona replied, pulling me along.
