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, did wonder what that might feel like. Arthur might be a bit gruff sometimes, but I had to admit, he would definitely make a good, handsome prince.
However, handsome princes typically didn't buy women for breeding purposes, so maybe that wasn't necessarily an accurate description of the man seated next to me.
"How was Tayor's tutoring ses
