A request Arianne could not turn down arrived from Gilbert. She had not been surprised that Nate and Julian wanted to see her—only that they had waited until now.
"Nate and Juls want to see you and Franz, Aria. Dinner at my place on Sunday?"
Arianne stared at Gilbert's message for a long moment before releasing a slow breath. The screen remained lit in her hand.
"You okay?" Franz asked.
They had just finished dinner. Franz stood at the sink, washing the dishes, while Arianne dried each plate and stacked them to her right on the counter.
Arianne set her phone face down near the edge of the counter and continued drying.
"The boys invited us for dinner," she said, her tone controlled.
Franz paused mid-motion, water running over the plate in his hands.
"Really? When?"
"Sunday. Dinner. Are you free?"
