Running out of the mansion, Yvonne huffed and puffed as she ran all the way towards the stable which was built for her etcher.
'How are his old bones capable of catching up with me?' She sneered while wondering how Butler Limo was still managing to run after her.
What she did not know was that he could have easily surpassed her but he continued to run behind her while maintaining a respectable distance between them.
This was because the Butler was asked to keep an eye on her which meant that his job was to make sure that she remained safe.
He did not have to interfere or hinder her and thus he remained at a short distance away from her and let her do as she pleased.
The little girl who had begun running with all enthusiasm and vigor was now regretting her decisions.
'I should have changed into my running shoes!' She lamented as she could feel her dress shoes clamping down on her fleshy ankles each time she took a step forward.
Yvonne, you can't say such things!
Who do you think are the sneaky guests?