Franz had just finished assembling the last pieces of equipment in the western wing studio. Most of it had been moved from his old place. He checked the time, showered quickly, and changed before meeting his manager.
When he came down to the sitting room, he found Samantha seated on the couch, playing games on her phone.
"You're early," he commented, taking a seat across from her.
Samantha hummed. "Where's Aria?"
"Still at the company. Do you need something from her?"
She shook her head. "Just haven't seen her since you two got married." She looked at him, then burst out laughing. "You two look more like business partners than newlyweds."
Franz didn't answer. He almost corrected her—not because she was wrong, but because she wasn't entirely right either. The arrangement between him and Arianne wasn't cold. It just wasn't visible. Some things were not meant to be displayed. He wondered, briefly, whether the world would ever understand the difference.
