What color???

Carol takes a deep breath, gazing at the stars. There is a kind of smile on her face. Where you can find both relief and peace. She tucks her hair behind her air, thinking something, something that the person who is staring at her by the car can't fathom.

" Boss! Aren't you a bit engrossed with everything here?" When it's something important to remind Damien, James calls him Boss instead of his name.

Damien rubs his forehead, sweats gathering around his forehead.

" She is a huge deal but The Crawley Family is disgustingly cruel. Won't it be a bit too much to involve her with them?"

" James!" Damien pressures his tone,

" I am not saying that you chose the wrong person. She is definitely a catch and - Perfect. However - Damien!" He glances at her, " Your family is too much!"

" She can't hear. She doesn't like to read lips, she doesn't speak, she won't speak back - She will listen, but won't say anything until it gets on her nerves. I wanted that. But - I think I want a wife now,