"You're seriously asking me to pack for a vacation?"
Clara stood in front of the open wardrobe, staring at Arthur as if he had just suggested something ridiculous.
Arthur sat on the edge of their bed, holding a travel brochure.
"Yes."
"For how long?"
"Two weeks."
"Two weeks?"
"Would you prefer three?"
Clara turned toward him.
"Arthur, we have a foundation to establish, legal documents to review, and an entire estate to organize."
"Your father and mother are handling the estate. Aaron is coordinating the foundation. Samuel and Isabelle are assisting with the remaining documents."
"And you?"
"I'm handling my wife."
She narrowed her eyes.
"That sounds suspicious."
Arthur stood and approached her.
"Does it?"
"Very."
He took a dress from the wardrobe and placed it inside an open suitcase.
"Pack something comfortable. We're leaving tomorrow morning."
Clara folded her arms.
"You've already booked everything, haven't you?"
"Of course."
"Without asking me?"
