I gazed out the window, hoping that Arthur might somehow forget I was sitting just a few centimeters away. But after a few minutes, I realized that maybe neither of us would say anything. We didn't have to, after all, Arthur still seemed upset with me, and I honestly had absolutely nothing to say to him.
At that moment of strange yet comfortable silence, I recalled the little we had talked about in that room. Arthur had said that marrying me hadn't been his choice, but why? What on earth was he talking about? Wasn't my education even based and planned around him being his wife? Could it have something to do with what Sophie had hinted at? That secret?
"Jack, take us to the American Stile offices, please," Arthur said, sounding a bit annoyed.
The thing was, it was already getting dark an
