Noah arrived at her door, looking as effortlessly handsome as ever, his smile immediately easing some of her tension. "Hey, babes! What's the emergency? I'm at your service."Vivienne held his hand and dragged him inside. Noah let her do whatever she wanted and easily followed her back to her bedroom. He couldn't help but tease her when he noticed where they were heading, "Oh? Are we going to the bedroom?"Noticing his teasing gaze, Vivienne wanted to roll her eyes at him, "Don't get ahead of yourself." Noah chuckled. When he entered the bedroom and saw the clothes scattered around the bed, he finally understood what was happening."You called for a fashion emergency?" he teased lightly, raising an eyebrow at the sight of her room."Yes, I did. And I expect you to take this very seriously," Vivienne replied, her voice a mix of determination and nerves."Okay," he agreed. "But what exactly is the occasion? I mean, I need to know where you are going so I can offer my sincere help.""Ha
"You look ravishing," complimented Noah with a teasing smile playing on his lips but it was quite obvious that he was just trying to change the topic right now. Vivienne didn't really care though. If she had anything against his past, she would have never agreed to be with him. But she really didn't feel anything about it. Although she had failed, it didn't mean she hadn't tried dating in these years. However, the experience was something she didn't want to recall.And she had already noticed that Noah seemed even more unwilling to talk to her about his failed relationship. She was actually very curious about it and this curiosity was only increasing the more he tried to avoid it. She wanted to be understanding and she knew that knowing too much might make her upset but the itch in her heart was just not settling down."What time is it? And when should we leave?" questioned Vivienne. Seeing that it was only a little over 2 o'clock, Vivienne was stumped. She laughed awkwardly, "It see
Vivienne didn't exactly know where Noah's parents lived. So, it was surprising to her when they spent over an hour on the road. "How far does your parent live?""Quite far from your place," replied Noah seriously without turning his head to look at her. "It is indeed quite far from my place," agreed Vivienne."We are here," announced Noah as he finally drove into the driveway making Vivienne nervous.Vivienne stood nervously at the entrance of Noah’s parents' home, a beautiful, elegant house that exuded warmth and sophistication. The evening sun casted a soft glow on the garden, highlighting the perfectly manicured hedges and colorful flowerbeds. The Sullivan house seemed to welcome her with open arms, but Vivienne felt the weight of her nerves pressing on her chest despite its inviting exterior.Noah stood by her side, looking relaxed and at ease. He reached over and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, flashing his easygoing smile that somehow always managed to calm her down. “You’r
Vivienne didn't expect the atmosphere here to be so relaxed and warm that she didn't feel embarrassed. Her nervousness had long flown away and now, her smile had become more natural. Angelina took it upon herself to accompany Vivienne so that she wouldn't feel strange."I'm surprised you came," said Angelina making Vivienne look at her."Why?""The Vivienne I knew would definitely be sitting at home hesitating whether to take this step or not.""I did that in the past two days and finally decided to look for my life coach.""Life coach?" questioned Angelina as she raised her brow at Vivienne in curiosity. "Who is it?""It's a woman who fell in love with my dad."Angelina gave a look of sympathy on her face, "Poor her. How did she fall for him? Is she able to hold on until now?"Vivienne didn't think that Angelina was looking down at her father. In fact, Angelina knew her father very well and understood his character too. She was also aware of how much he loved Vivienne's mother and la
At around seven o'clock, the front door of the Sullivan house opened, and in walked Mr. Sullivan, his presence commanding yet softened by a hint of nervous energy. He was holding a stunning bouquet of flowers, wrapped in delicate paper that seemed to enhance their beauty. The moment he stepped into the living room, a hush fell over the group, quickly replaced by amused glances and knowing smiles from everyone present.Vivienne noticed the silence and Angelina pointed towards the door with her chin. Vivienne turned her head and was surprised to see Mr. Sullivan standing there with a bouquet of flowers. She finally understood why everyone went silent.Angelina leaned closer to Vivienne and whispered, "Didn't I say that he went to prepare a surprise? See? I was right."Mr. Sullivan, usually the tough and stoic figurehead of one of the biggest law firms in the city, seemed almost bashful under the collective gaze. His eyes, however, never wavered from his destination... his wife, his Jean
Mr. Sullivan's eyes swept across the room, his sharp gaze landing on each familiar face with a warm nod until he paused, his eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. He had spotted Vivienne, the only unfamiliar face in the living room. There was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, the kind of look he reserved for puzzles he hadn't quite figured out yet.Jeanine, catching the subtle shift in her husband's expression, stepped forward with a smile that seemed to brim with a hint of mischief. "What are you looking at? Let me introduce you to Vivienne," she said, gently touching Vivienne's shoulder. "She's Noah's girlfriend."For a split second, Richard's face froze, his eyes widening in surprise. "Girlfriend?" he echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief before a delighted smile slowly stretched across his face. "Well, now, that’s certainly a wonderful surprise."He turned his full attention to Vivienne, his stern demeanor softening as he extended his hand to her. "Vivienne, it's a pleasure to
As everyone gathered around the grand dining table, the air was filled with the comforting scent of roasted herbs, garlic, and a hint of sweetness that promised an unforgettable dessert. The table was a feast for the eyes. The mood was warm, with light conversation buzzing from all corners of the room. With a proud grin, he placed the cake in the center of the table, its golden layers and perfectly whipped frosting hinting at the culinary skill of the man who seemed to do everything well, from managing a law firm to baking a perfect cake. "I hope it lives up to its reputation," he said with a twinkle in his eye, looking at Jeanine, who gave him an affectionate smile, her eyes full of pride and love.The family exchanged teasing looks. Everyone knew Mr. Sullivan’s love of cooking came out only on the most special occasions. And those occasions only had something to do with his wife. Jeanine smiled fondly at her husband, touched by the thoughtful gesture as always, while Noah, leaning
Mr. Sullivan, seated at the head of the table, took a moment to glance at Vivienne again, his curiosity from earlier still lingering. He leaned in slightly, his deep voice cutting through the chatter as he addressed her directly. "So, Vivienne," he began, his tone friendly but probing, "tell me a little about yourself. How did you meet Noah? I imagine there’s quite the story there.”Vivienne paused, feeling the weight of his attention, but she met his gaze with that same calm grace she’d shown before. “It’s not as interesting as you might think,” she said, a soft smile playing on her lips. “We were in high school together. Later, I moved out of the country and recently, we reconnected at Angelina's wedding."Mr. Sullivan’s eyes narrowed in a thoughtful way, though his smile remained. “High school sweethearts, then?” he mused. “That explains why Noah seems... different tonight. A little more alive, perhaps?”"You have got it all wrong, Uncle," Angelina chimed in at this moment. "In hig