Vivian's POV
Today was the first official meeting between our families, and we were all seated in the private dining room of the hotel. Even now, the air was thick with tension.
On one side sat my mother, whose posture was rigid enough to snap, and my stepfather, Gordon, who looked like he was expecting an execution. Then, on the other side sat Solomon Harris, the patriarch of the Harris Group, who was looking completely unbothered and beside him was Zayn, who was a splitting replica of his dad.
Before we entered the room, Zayn had caught my arm in the corridor and leaned down so his lips brushed my ear. "Play along today, wifey. Let them see exactly what a happy couple we are."
I had merely nodded because it was a partnership, after all, and keeping my family in check was pa
