Vera handed Xavier a planner, her expression sharp and commanding. "Here's my schedule for the next two weeks. I need you to know where I'll be and when."

"Friday, we have a charity gala." She paced her apartment as she recited, "Saturday, the Claire Watson's wedding. Sunday, brunch at the Smith's. And then, next week, we have an event at the museum and on Tuesday—"

"Vera," Xavier cut her off, his voice filled with irritation, "I have a life too, I've got meetings and appointments to attend too." He said, his tone serious.

Her paced halted. "And what's so important about Tuesday?" She smirked.

"Unlike you, some of us like...