(Author's POV)
At Everett Global Group, Phineas was sitting across from Arthur with a coffee cup in hand, in no particular hurry about anything.
Arthur leaned back in his chair. "You heard what happened last night."
"The painting." Phineas took a sip. "Yes."
"Dad's not in a good place about it."
"He shouldn't be." Phineas set the cup down. "That child has never been properly managed. She's only going to get harder to deal with as she gets older."
Arthur gave him a look. "You're enjoying this."
"I'm observing."
"Same thing, with you." Arthur shook his head. "You realize that Rosalind is going to have to call Aurora 'Aunt' from now on."
The corner of Phineas's mouth moved upward, just slightly. "Only our children get to call her Mom."
Arthur stared at him. "You've already thought a
