“We’re here, Miss Lily.” The driver turned and smiled. Harold was a kindly, older gentleman who wore an awful chauffeur’s cap and a navy blue coat that would look better suited on a Revolutionary War soldier. Lily had endured a thirty minute car ride from the airport in which his eyes constantly flickered to her face in the rearview mirror. He didn’t even try to hide it.
As such, her manners probably weren’t as good as they should have been.
“Stop calling me that!” she snapped.
Panic crossed his face. “I’m sorry, Mi—Lily. I’m sorry, Lily. I forgot. Let me grab your bags for you.” He fumbled with the driver’s side door handle for several long seconds before he managed to open it.
Lily rolled her eyes. Guys always acted like complete fools around her; she could thank her mother for that.
Leaning her head back against the leather seat, Lily sighed. It’s not fair. All she wanted was to make friends and have a normal teenage life. Unfortunately, that wasn’t what she was born into. Why can’t life be simple?
Harold-the-driver opened the car door for her. The bitter, cold air rushed in and she shivered. Ugh, it’s so much colder here. She swung her long legs to the side and stepped out of the car. Her fingers shook as she zipped up her black, puffy jacket, and she couldn’t help but think how she would have been in shorts and a t-shirt back home.
Damn them for making me come here.
“Allow me to bring your bags up to your room?” Harold sounded like he was begging.
“No! I’m perfectly capable of bringing my bags in.” Lily scowled, but then saw the hurt in Harold’s light brown eyes. It wasn’t fair for her to take out her anger on the driver; he was only doing his job. “But, thank you. I don’t want the other students to think I’m a spoiled rich kid.”