The iron gate of Anderson Castle's front yard slowly opened, and a white BMW drove in. It was high noon, and Jane had received a call from Mr. Anderson, which is why she dared to come to pick up Rosie for the set. She was still a bit surprised; the young lady seemed to have come around and managed to smooth things over so quickly.
Today, the woman was dressed in a black Louis Vuitton uniform with classic Saint Laurent patent leather red-bottom heels, exuding an air of authority.
In the living room, Charles Anderson sipped tea with an unchanged expression, while Rosie pouted with downcast eyes, looking somewhat aggrieved. Jack Hugh stood at the door to greet the guests. He wasn't usually this attentive, but knowing Jane was coming today, he stood at the door early, straight as an usher.
