I sat in the carriage, a smile plastered on my face. Everything was going well...everything was fine, just fine.... I was absolutely on edge. I was in a daze, unable to relax, for fear something might happen. The carriage ride is the worst. Its a small confined space...not good. I wasn't listening to the conversation, or participating in it. I sat there, watching Jack and my father's faces, trying to read their emotions. So far, everything seemed to be going well. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Johnny doing the same thing. I glanced at him, trying to see if he had noticed anything different.

"Johnny, Angela, you're both so quiet!" I snapped to attention. I started trying to lamely make up and excuse but Johnny was also talking at the same time. We both realized what we were doing and fell silent. My father frowned and looked at us concerned. Jack glanced at me, worried. There was a tense silence in the carriage. Not good...no, not good at all. I turned my head and gazed out the window. We were pulling up in front of a fancy French restaurant. My eyes widened and I felt sick.

"We're here." I said weakly. Oh, why didn't I check to see where we were eating? What if we had to order off the menu? Jack wouldn't know how to correctly pronounce French and that would be a sure sign of lack of education. I was hoping, actually praying is more the word, that our meal had been planned and ordered ahead. My father does that on occasion. It is much faster that way...