It was the single most humiliating thing that had ever happened in her life.
Ophelia Welhaven had attended royal banquets, charity galas, and private dinners with heads of state. She had walked red carpets, given interviews, and commanded entire rooms with nothing more than the strenght of her name.
And now she was being shoved into the back of a police car like a common criminal.
She had never been in jail before. Never even imagined a scenario where she would find herself anywhere near one. Yet here she was, handcuffed, photographed, fingerprinted, and processed like every other lowlife who passed through those grimy doors.
The indignity of it made her stomach churn.
The officers had treated her with cold efficiency, unmoved by her name, her wealth, or her furious protests. After the paperwork was done, she had been unceremoniously pushed into a holding cell and left there like an unwanted package.
No special treatment.
No respect.
No lawyer.
