THE grand double doors to the mansion swung open with a soft creak, giving way to a cascade of light that spilled into the vast living room. Vivian stepped in first, dressed impeccably in a cream-colored bodycon dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. The hem kissed her knees, and the neckline was daring yet elegant, accentuated by a golden necklace that glittered under the chandelier’s glow. Her stiletto heels clicked proudly against the marble floor, every step announcing her arrival. Draped over her shoulder was a small, designer purse, her prized Louis Vuitton, the perfect finishing touch to her ensemble.
Behind her came Adrian, rolling in a large pink box, the kind that suggested more than just clothes were inside. He said nothing, his face readable with a tinge of happiness
