Ophelia POV:

Arthur opened the door of the Rolls Royce, and I nodded my thanks as I sank into the opulent white leather interior. I still wasn’t used to the casual luxury that seemed to surround Arthur and his pack. I briefly wondered if I should have dressed up for the occasion, then quickly discarded the thought as absurd.

He was only driving me home from a tutoring session with his niece, not escorting me to a ball. Although part of me, unbidden, ...