Arya's POV
I am at home with the children. After breastfeeding them, I wait an hour and then pump my breasts, which fill up quickly. I store the milk for the girls and move to the study when I see her arrive.
"Thank you, Pamela."
"I've arrived, Arya. It took me a long time to get here; the traffic was terrible."
I see her and smile.
"Does this traffic have a name?" I ask, looking at her with a grin.
"Am I that obvious?" she says, smiling back.
"Maybe..." I take my sketchbook and walk to the sofa.
"Would you like something to drink?" Pamela asks.
"Yes, please, Pamela. Bring us some wine."
I am surprised by her request.
"Wow, that must have been some date."
"Don't even mention it... Thanks, Pamela."
We are served wine as we settle on the sofa.
"I swear I wasn't planning to go.
