Freddy’s POV

I sat in my office, a glass of whiskey on my desk, flipping through paperwork. The soft hum of the evening air filled the room, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fireplace. The house was quiet, too quiet.

Married life was truly different. It's not as bad as I thought it should be but it's entertaining in a different way.

Aliana was upstairs. Probably reading, maybe thinking about what happened at dinner last night.

She had handled Elizabeth brilliantly. ...