Vivica’s POV
It’s been an hour since Celia left, and I was in the restroom trimming my eyebrows. It wasn’t something I normally did, but since Celia had been on my case about “improving myself,” I decided to start with something as simple as my brows. However, grooming wasn’t as easy as I thought; I almost slit skin with the blade because I was holding it at the wrong angle. It made sense why the beauty salons Celia showed me charged so much for a seemingly trivial task.
I looked around for my phone, wondering where I’d left it. A message came in just in time to reveal its location—buried deep in the rumpled sheets.
“Must be Celia,” I murmured, reaching for it.
A smile spread across my face when Adrian’s name popped up.I forced myself to put on a straight face the moment I realized I
