A/N: Yay! I'm finally updating this story. I had severe writer's block. This is the last chapter and then there will be an epilogue… hopefully.
As I kissed Francis, I heard someone walking towards us. Actually, it was more like stomping.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER!" Yelled my father so loud I swear the people in the next town over could hear him.
Francis jumped back, obviously not wanting to make my father angrier. To be honest, he is pretty scary when he wants to be.
"But, sir, I-" He began.
"I don't want to hear it!" Papa interrupted, turning on his heel and storming off towards the rest of the group.
Francis and I discreetly followed, hiding behind a tree to hear him arguing with Grassina.
"Garrid, I don't care what you saw them doing. There isn't any room in any other carriages. They have to stay in their own." Grassina said.
"Well why don't we swap them out for someone else?" He suggested.
"And waste all that time switching luggage? I don't think so."
"But you don't understand!" He whined. "I Caught them kissing!"
"Well, it's about time," Grassina said, smirking.
Clearly irritated about not being able to have his way, Papa stormed off to his carriage, where I could only assume he was pouting. Yeah, my father is real mature.
Francis and I walked back to our carriage, smiling to each other.
This was probably the best trip I've ever been on.
A/N: Aaaand it's over, except for the epilogue! Review and tell me what you think.