Vivienne POV
Grayson stood near the far end of the room, his tall frame impossible to miss. He was talking to his family—his grandfather and what appeared to be a few cousins. Time seemed to stop as she took him in, her breath catching in her throat.
He looked stunning in his tailored suit, the deep green tie bringing out the sharp angles of his jawline. His hair was neatly styled, but there was a hint of ruggedness in the way he stood, like he was trying to blend in but couldn’t quite manage it.
Her heart twisted.
He didn’t look her way, not even once.
She wanted to go to him, to say something, but her feet felt glued to the floor. What if he didn’t want to see her? What if he’d only come to say goodbye for good?
Her chest tightened as doubts swirled in her mind, but then she saw it
