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Nineteenth

It's been more than half an hour since Agnes left the high gate of the Jazzton mansion. The beautiful woman continued to trace the length of the deserted street coupled with the cold afternoon air that made her shiver a little. Blame her for being too excited to get out of the mansion without changing her dress with her clothes covered is also warm.

Tiiitt!

The loud enough honking stopped Agnes' little steps, and she turned around staring at an old car with an old man as his rider.

"Miss? Why walk alone? Don't you know there's gonna be a first blizzard tonight? You're gonna freeze in the middle of the road like this. Come on, let me drive you."

The old man's words jolted Agnes a little. The woman nodded and walked near the old car and got inside.

"Thank you," Agnes said with a glance at the old man.

The old man laughed. "You're welcome, miss." He replied.