Vivienne POV
The restaurant was finally ready! After weeks of frustration and nearly killing Declan in the process, everything had wrapped up. Even if it hadn’t been her initial idea, the space looked amazing. Modern yet cozy, with its bare stone walls and touches of dark wood. Instead of rectangular tables, they’d opted for wooden round ones with sturdy metal legs.
It was... perfect.
“I bet you’re glad you didn’t get your way, huh?” Grayson’s voice rumbled from behind, sipping his coffee while she took it all in.
“It looks nice, I’ll give you that. And just in time for Thanksgiving,” she admitted, her fingers lightly tracing the polished edge of a table. She hadn’t spoken to Grayson about their night at the bar—or the reason she’d walked out the next morning.
Neither of them seemed i
