"Fat'er!" Rose called as the carriage passed him and rode through the open gates. She would have stopped the carriage if she could.
"Rosie," he said with an affectionate look on his face.
She poked her head out the window, turning it until it hurt so she could keep looking at him as he closed the gates. Thomas had a panicked look on his face, worried that she might fall out.
Rose felt a torrent of emotions rush through her body at the sight of her father, but the forerunner was pure happiness.
She gripped the hem of her dress, ready to bolt out as soon as the carriage came to a stop. Her legs shook in anticipation, and her neck ached from straining so much.
As soon as the carriage slowed enough, Rose pushed the door open before Thomas could even react and flew out, running as fast as she could toward the gates.
