The president's substitute wife.
Willow stood still, lips parted in shock as she watched the car zoom off right in front of her. She breathed out heavily, suddenly feeling tired from the many dramas that had happened today. She had run out after she was told to, only to run down the twenty steps and have him zoom off in his car. She sighed, sweat beads formed around her forehead, she squinted her eyes, watching the car from afar.
Another car stopped in front of her, the windshield lowered, and the driver poked his head out, bowing slightly. "Please come in, I've been tasked with getting you home," he voiced out. Willow nodded back, lifting the hem of her dress in her right hand, she pulled the door open with the left and stepped into the car.