For better or for worse

"BIANCA, 'sorry to disturb you…"

I closed my sketchpad and turned to Hanna who hadn't realized was already standing in front of me.

I gave her a smile. "What is it, Hanna?"

The woman was in her late thirties with freckled skin and ginger hair. Her light green uniform matches her green eyes.

Hanna had already been with us for a week. So far, she's been a great help to me.

"It's Gideon."

"What is it?" My forehead creased. "Is he already dressed?"

Gideon would be going to the office today. I looked at the watch on my wrist. He would be fetched by his father's secretary by ten.

Hanna pursed her lips. "Gideon said he needs your help with his tie."

Of course, Hanna knew that Gideon and I were married. But so far, she had been not asking me questions as to why I wasn't hands-on with Gideon.

I blinked. "Oh. Okay. I'll be there." I put my sketchpad on the coffee table and excused myself from her.

I knocked first before entering the walk-in closet.

"Hanna said you wanted my help." I cl