Riley stood outside Vincent's door, in a dilemma. If she knocked, that's set the tone to their relation. Whereas if she barged in, it'd imply she still felt comfortable enough with him.
She strengthened herself with a determined look before knocking on the door.
"Come in." Vincent called out, making the young women follow his instruction.
It was as if she could see clear after a long time. As if she was blind who had magically been blessed with vision. Everything was different then the way she had seen this room before.
The room that previously had a bit of warmth with an old man sitting in the middle with his head held up high in pride, did not have any warmth at all. It was just an illusion.
Her lips kicked up and she felt bitterness swirl inside her.
"What is it about Lillia
