*Carlotta's POV*
"What was that?"Kiara asked, jumping up from her seat.
"What was What Kiara?"
Kiara went to the window in a hurry. "I heard something–I think it's a carriage."
Vivi and I glanced at each other in worry.
"Must have been the fresh fruits from the farm,they are scheduled to arrive every Saturday."
"Are you sure? Why only Saturday?"Kiara continued, absently fidgeting with her gloves.I stared at them and to her face.
"They pick them on Fridays,they are more fresh then,I suppose?"Vivi answered either way.
Her face still kept rooted to the window,it was only when the maids began passing with baskets of fruit that she did actually believe that it was indeed just a fruit haul.
She returned to her seat dissapointedly sighed.
"You could send a letter."I suggested.
"A letter? To whom?"she asked glancing up at me.
"To your husband–to tell him how worried you are about his delay."