After walking through the front door of the Steel Horse Saloon, I spot our limo and signal the driver. I patiently wait for the limo to stop in front of me and the driver steps out to open the door.
Looking at the driver I say, “I see from Olivia’s lippy that you were quite delicious, my dear,” with a smirk on my face.
I am now seated inside and wonder if my collared maids plan on joining me. I knew I should have leashed them, I say to myself.