Meredith.
We didn't go far—just to the open stretch at the far end of the estate where the stone-paved path curved beneath a cluster of towering ash trees.
The wind was calmer here, and the sun stretched lazily across the field, warming the parked sleek black car in front of us.
I trailed behind Dennis, watching as he pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the car with a lazy flick of his wrist.
He opened the driver's side door with a dramatic bow. "Welcome to your first official driving lesson, my lady."
I raised a brow at the seat. "I thought I would be sitting there."
Dennis shut the door gently. "That's the goal... eventually. But today, no keys for you. Just the basics."
"So, I'm just supposed to stare at the wheel while you monologue?"
"Exactly," he grinned. "It's called visual learning. Very effective."
