The path from the hotel to the theater was packed with people.
Even though it was the middle of the day, the carriage struggled to maintain its speed due to the sheer number of people.
Eventually, it slowed down even further, to the point where walking might have been faster.
As I worried whether we would arrive on time, the carriage suddenly picked up speed again.
This was because the police had set up barricades from City Hall to the theatre to secure the entrance.
Was this what it felt like to race down a clear road after being stuck in traffic?
The coachman informed us that we would arrive in three minutes.
As the estimated arrival time was moved up, the inside of the carriage grew bustling.
Anais received help from her maidservant to adjust her hat's decoration, Ella straightened her uniform's collar, and even Maya, who had seemed indifferent to her appearance, combed her disheveled hair.