"So you're going to be here for weeks?" Ariadne tried to hide the disappointment. She didn't mean here as in Vivienne's house specifically. But that thought really made her stomach churn.

Great. Weeks in the same country with Ms. Perfect who was clearly all up on 'Artie'.

"I'll miss you." She finally said with a soft sigh. "We'll have to plan something big for when you come back. Maybe a night picnic in Montmarte."

She had to think about that, because any other thoughts either hurt too much or would drive her to definite insanity. Besides having something to look forward to may make the time pass quicker. Maybe.