Arlene's POV
The suits don't really require any alterations, but I want to irritate him. I'm feigning adjustments to the fabric just to get under his skin. Warner agreed to remain behind in case the twins needed assistance, but he made it clear that if I returned home tonight, I would find myself bent over the office chair. So despite how late it might be, I'm determined to make it back tonight.
When I inform him that I'm finished, he responds, "Thank you. It definitely looks much better."
I want to slap him. I literally accomplished nothing except fidget with the seams.
"You're welcome. So what should I anticipate when we arrive?" I inquire.
"A swarm of fans and paparazzi. The typical circus," he continues examining the suit.
I have to suppress my laughter because this is absolutely priceless.
