Cynthia's POV
The car drove to the port. Arther personally got out of the car to help me open the door and carry my suitcase in his hand. He did all this very natural, if I had to say to him that I carried it myself, it might instead look strange.
After arriving at the port, I needed to take a boat. Originally I was going to take a passenger boat to get there, but as soon as I got off the bus I saw the Madison family logo raised high on the tallest and most magnificent of them all.
Arther held out his arm and gestured for me to take his arm. With so many people outside watching, I had to maintain good manners, and even though I was helpless, I had to reach out and put my hand on his arm.
Arther was satisfied with this and was about to look down and say something to me when a female voi
