Confrontation

I ended up wearing a form-fitting white dress, but I ended up packing a set of more casual clothing for the painting lesson in the evening. The excitement I had for the lesson with Lucas was the only thing motivating me to go to work. 

By the time I made it to the front doors, my driver was already waiting for me. 

"A late morning today, Second Miss?" he asked, trying his best to mask the dissatisfaction of having to wait on me. 

"Yes, I had a hard time sleeping," I said flatly. I could never put my finger on exactly what caused this uncomfortable rift between me and the driver, but it's been more than once now that he's displayed dissatisfaction. 

I climbed into the car and sat silently as he drove me to the company. Unlike the previous times, I had no sense of excitement during the drive this morning. Instead, dread and other complex feelings surged through me.