92: Sullivan House

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