Knock, knock.

Knocks were heard and the people inside the house commented, “That was quick.”

Somebody hurried to look out the window. Zachary's bridal convoy had pulled up at the driveway, but Liberty’s driveway was too narrow to accommodate the long line of cars, especially with so many guests already parked there.

Hence, half of the fleet had to park outside the estate.

From above, the driveway and entrance looked like a car show, packed with fancy cars.

Zachary’s usual Rolls-Royce was