A Broken Little Girl

Alexander waited for close to half an hour, standing next to the car, until Violette came out the front door. Her earlier excitement was nowhere to be found, and her eyes seemed a little puffy.

"Let's go please, Alfred."

"Yes, young lady," the chauffeur responded, bowing.

He then picked up her luggage and set it in the trunk of the car. Violette silently sat inside the cabin, looking at her feet all the while passing next to Alex.

'Is she mad at me?'

Alex sat in the back of the car, sitting next to the downtrodden girl. When the car started moving, Violette looked up at the chauffeur's mirror.

"Alfred, can we get some privacy for a moment, please?"

"Of course, young lady."

The man pressed a button on his dash, and a small tinted window started rising, separating the driver from the back. Then Violette burst into tears.

"Oh, Violette. Please don't cry."