The moment I glanced at the expensive suit, the cuff of the snow-white shirt peeking out due to the raised arm motion, the diamond cufflinks at the wrist dazzling brilliantly in the light.
With just this glance, Arabella Vanderbilt knew who had arrived, her lips couldn't help but curl up a bit.
Reporters nearby quickly gathered around, staring intently at the arm extending from the car.
The pure white shirt cuff, the pricey diamond cufflinks, and that distinctly structured, finely delineated hand made them instinctively feel that the man in the car must be a presence beyond their reach.
Arabella reached out to place her hand on that hand, feeling the warm and soft touch, the large hand quickly grasped Arabella's hand, and then half of the body emerged, the other hand wrapped around Arabella's slender waist, carefully pulling her into the car.
