He'd sent a driver.

The driver was very distinguished with silver hair, a chiseled jaw, and warm blue eyes. He had a trim gold braid on his cap, white gloves, and the sign he held with my name on it displayed excellent penmanship. Had I been casting the role of driver, he would have been my number one pick, but it wasn't quite the "Nava runs across the airport in slow motion, jumping into Rohan's arms and crushing the bouquet he'd brought as he swings her around, lavishing kisses ...