Vivienne POV
Vivienne leaned closer to the mirror, carefully applying a swipe of crimson lipstick. The bold shade was perfect for the night—a little daring, a little celebratory. She tilted her head, inspecting her work, and decided it was just right.
From the bedroom, Grayson’s voice called out, his tone playful yet thoughtful. “What do you think of ‘Woodland Black’?”
She smiled faintly, catching his reflection as he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel slung over his shoulders. “Woodland Black?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Sounds more like a whiskey than a B&B.”
Grayson chuckled, running a hand through his damp hair. “Fair point. What about ‘Blackwood Manor’?”
Vivienne paused, tilting her head as she considered it. “Hmm...better, but it feels a little...formal. Don’t you thin
