Arthur stood in front of the mirror in their bedroom, fixing the cuffs on his shirt and stealing glances past his reflection to Victoria, sitting behind him on the bed. He admired her thin, lithe form before glancing back at his own. He was talk, built in ways that only being on Crew at Harvard could accomplish. Arthur reached a hand up, perfecting the modeled look of his dark brown hair as he stole another glance back at Victoria.<br/><br/>He had met her 3 years ago during a business party that his father had thrown to try and expand his firm's clientele. She was the daughter of an influential partner in the firm and his father thought it important they get to know each other. Standing here, a year into their marriage, Arthur couldn't agree more. She was the kind of woman you did anything to make happy, and with the amount of money that Arthur had acquired through both family ties and dealings of his own, he could do quite anything. For their anniversary they were driving up to New York City to spend the weekend. Arthur had planned a rather busy weekend, complete with a Broadway show and an invitation to one of the most important parties of the year.<br/><br/>"The Diamond Club, hmm? Well, if they make a good martini, I'm in." Arthur chortled before turning his eyes back to the road. As they were traveling at speeds hovering around 100 mph, he had to keep his eyes on the road both for road hazards and the authorities. It wasn't like Arthur couldn't pay his way out of a ticket, but he would rather not have to. As they passed through Connecticut, Arthur turned his deep blue eyes back on Victoria. "So, what sort of place is this Diamond Club? You know I'm trying to make partner at daddy's firm, I can't be seen just anywhere."