The aftermath.
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Having a detour in their initiated plan, Elliana found herself present inside Vincent’s house, unable to talk, and still haven’t found a single answer from all the questions formulated inside her head. Uh…She looked around, taking notes of the simple yet obviously luxurious house of the man who is sitting on the couch on the other side. What now?
“Go on.” Vincent said, resting his right arm on the couch’s headrest and looking at her with his usual blank stare. “I know you have lots of questions. Ask them while I’m willing to answer.” He said, the both of them are still in their formal clothes with an empty table between them.
Hearing that, the hesitancy in her head lowered down a little. “Well,” she paused, shifting her gaze from left to right before finally givin
