Cecilia hugged her parents, basking in the familiarity of her father's strong embrace. She would miss him and her mother, too. It would be hard to be separate from them, but she would manage. She could still remain in contact with them through letters, so she wouldn't be out of touch with them. She wriggled out of her father's hug and smiled at them. "I will be sure to write to you. Farewell." She then turned, not waiting for a response and gathered her skirts and hurried down to the carriage. She knew they were running late, which was why her fault. If she hadn't been daydreaming, they could have already been on their way. She hoped no one was mad at her.<br/><br/>She climbed into the carriage with the help of one of the guards, walking inside and sitting down on the plush seat. She positioned herself near the window, wanting to look out. Perhaps she should have brought a book to entertain herself on the journey. Oh well. It was too late now. As the carriage door closed, she waved goodbye to her parents and then settled back down into the seat. She was ready to begin the journey.