Perhaps the driver also liked her; Joshua had such confidence.
She felt that through the stealthy gazes he used to peek at her through the rearview mirror, through the worry every time it rained when he hurriedly held the umbrella for her even before caring for himself, and through the way he carefully maneuvered the carriage to avoid the potholes on the cobblestone streets so she would not be jolted.
She was beautiful enough, her body graceful, her temperament not arrogant, and she was outstanding enough on the stage; who wouldn't like a person like her?
