Chapter9

#Chapter9

The Art of Dancing

Mr Ambrose looked at me as he sat comfortable in the coach, /"Faster, Mr Linton. You're wasting time./" He says, and even through the pouring rain, I could still make out his voice.

/"It's raining, sir!/"

He gave me an icy stare that had me shivering on my spot more than the chilly rain of the night, /"I surmised that fact minutes ago, Mr Linton. Now get in./"

Without thinking, I ran towards the coach. I didn't even care if I had my suit wet in a matter of seconds. I just did what I was told. When I got in the coach, I was dripping wet which makes me even colder than before. I looked at Mr Ambrose, /"Why are we riding in your coach, sir?/"

/"If you'd rather go home through the rain and get wet, you're welcome to get out, Mr Linton,/" he says before hitting the roof of the coach with his cane. Seconds later, the coach started moving.