The next day, the house was far from peaceful. Adrian had already stormed out at dawn, his robe billowing behind him as he muttered about "nonsense dates with fat ghosts" and went straight to the office, clearly refusing to witness what was about to unfold.
Karl, however, stayed behind, pacing the hall like a lion in a cage. His eyes were dark, his jaw tight, and when Ruby finally stepped out of her room, he nearly exploded.
"WIFE!!!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the house. "Are you really, really going on a date with that fat Louis??" His eyes nearly popped when he saw her. "And you're wearing a red robe?? Red?? Are you trying to tell the whole world you're romantic with him??"
Ruby froze, taken aback by the volume, then glanced down at her robe. It really was a deep crimson, elegant and sharp. She sighed helplessly, pressing her fingers against her temple. "Karl, it's just a robe, don't shout like that."
