(Aurora's POV)
I didn't own much. Even after purging the memories, I only had two suitcases and two cardboard boxes left.
Phineas glanced at the pile on the curb. He gestured to his driver with a flick of his wrist.
"Put the boxes in the trunk."
The driver moved instantly, hoisting the heavy cartons into the back of the Bentley Mulsanne. Phineas then reached for the handles of my two large suitcases.
"I can get those," I said, stepping forward. "They're heavy."
Phineas sidestepped me effortlessly. His grip on the handles didn't waver.
"I don't let ladies carry heavy loads in my presence," he said, his voice cool and final. "It's basic etiquette. Get in the car."
We took the elevator up from the garage to the lobby level to transfer lifts. As the doors slid open, Mrs. Gable from acr
