Cornelia's POV
A personal driver. He actually remembered what I said.
My heart skipped unexpectedly at this simple gesture. It was nothing special, really. Just a practical arrangement. So why did warmth spread through my chest like this?
I kept my expression neutral as I nodded to Vince. "Nice to meet you. I need to go to the library."
Vince moved toward a sleek black Mercedes and opened the rear door for me. As I slid into the leather seat, thanking him quietly, thoughts of David crept into my mind. How was he feeling today? Was he still dealing with whatever had happened to him last night? That strange condition that left him burning with fever and shaking uncontrollably?
I shook my head, pushing those questions away. There was no point dwelling on something that would only confuse me more.
When we arrived at the library, Vince was already opening my door before I could reach for the handle myself.
