"We are here," Thomas said as the carriage stopped.
Rose thought it was odd that he would announce it when it was pretty clear. She doubted the carriage would stop moving if they had not arrived.
Thomas had an impatient look as she glanced in his direction. Rose nodded in response and picked up the fruit basket. She stepped out of the carriage, which the coachman had been nice enough to open. He tipped his cap at her but didn't help her get down from the carriage.
Rose frowned as she looked outside. Where were they?
She jumped off the carriage. Luckily, the soft grass softened her landing. She adjusted the fruit basket in her hands, and the door shut behind her. Rose jerked back—Thomas remained seated in the carriage with clearly no plans to get off.
This was good, his attitude was not one needed at a wedding. Rose turned her attention away from the carriage.
