Ethan set the wrapped vase into a fresh cardboard box.

“Look, she’s just managing the flow of the morning,” he said.

“She’s going to be with you in the library,” I said.

“Alone.”

Ethan reached for another sheet of brown paper.

“Look, Olivia, you’re overthinking this entirely,” he said.

“Why does she need a private room check with my groom?”

Ethan sighed and let his shoulders drop.