Arabella's point of view

Breakfast wasn’t as awkward as yesterday’s dinner since I’d already met everyone before. We also didn’t talk much because Wymond’s eyes made us concentrate on our food.

In a few minutes, we were done and now we (Wymond and I) were outside, waiting for Edward to bring the car. He’s our driver—or should I say, Wymond’s driver.

We could actually take the wizardry forest because it’s faster, but Wymond refused. He said he’d never let me set foot in ...