Marcella leapt onto the carriage, wobbling slightly before managing to balance out. She tensed as the clatter of machinery rang in her ears. Never before had she ridden a mechanical carriages. Usually it was the steady ride of a horse drawn carriage, but she had no complaints against the change.
"Daniella's home is on the way to Maxwell's, is it not?" Marcella asked. "You two check on the poor boy. I'll make sure Daniella hasn't done anything...drastic." As worried as Marcella was about Maxwell, she was just as concerned about the singer running off.