The carriage ride was nice and quiet, though a little shaky when met with a rocky road. I looked outside of the window, staring at the buildings and scenery that we passed. I never had a lot of chances to see how the outside world looked like, and all I know about it was only from what I have seen from the window in my room.
When it was day, the road would be bustling with people mingling around with one another. The women would wear pompous dresses to catch the attention of their dream man, chattering around while sipping their evening tea. While the men, sometimes were too busy with their works, sometimes were idle enough to respond to the women.
