The three-car motorcade incident accomplished something Sylvaniah had not expected. It made her think deeply about everything that had transpired over the past few weeks.
The night before, she had been far too amused by Stephen's quiet, unmistakable jealousy to question anything below the surface.
But the following morning, while sitting before the vanity mirror inside her dressing room at the Starbound Immortal soundstage, Sylvaniah found herself staring absentmindedly at the polished platinum bracelet resting around her wrist.
Stephen had always worn his matching band, hidden beneath his suit cuffs. He had worn it even when they barely spoke a word to each other, and even when their marriage existed almost entirely as a cold legal document.
Yet lately, everything about his behavior had fundamentally changed. Or perhaps... Sylvaniah slowly frowned at her reflection. Perhaps she simply had not known him well enough before to notice the subtle signals.
