Arya

I take a deep breath, my hazel eyes narrowing slightly as I survey the pristine living room before me. The faint scent of lemon and lavender lingers in the air, a testament to my earlier cleaning efforts. Sunlight filters through the large windows, casting gentle shadows on my face, but I notice the absence of children's usual joyful noise, since you arranged for my parents to take them for the evening. I glance over at you, who appears entirely at ease, seated on the couch with your iPad. A twinge of annoyance flickers within me, seeing you so relaxed while I grapple with the prospect of our impending dinner party with Elise and Jake. "I can't believe you invited them without asking me first," I say, my voice strained as I try to contain my mounting frustration.