Vivienne POV
Vivienne had gone to bed with a smile on her face that night, something she couldn’t remember doing in years. Sure, the convention hadn’t turned out as planned—though she’d spotted a few wallpaper patterns and flooring ideas she liked. But Grayson had, oddly enough, made up for it.
He hadn’t had to go out of his way, yet he did. That detour to the Mark Twain House felt like more than a kind gesture—it felt intentional, like he’d seen her sadness and wanted to fix it. And he had.
She felt lighter than she had in a long time. Maybe even happy.
The thought startled her. Happy? Was that what this was? For months—no, years—she’d been stuck in a fog. Even back with Hayden, things had felt… gray.
Her old job, their sleek condo, the dinner parties where everyone smiled but no one
