~Vivian~
It was almost time but I didn’t make any effort to dress up. Nathan’s millionth girlfriend had left the house some minutes after he confronted me in the guest room. I’d heard voices arguing, and then the door banging shut. Definitely seemed like there was trouble in paradise.
When I went back in to pick up some other essentials that I didn’t get to take, Nathan was already throwing his tux on the bed. He eyed me ridiculously as I opened the drawer and took out a tiny lipstick meant for my other lips.
“Aren’t you going to prepare for the Whitmore gallery opening? It’s almost time.” He said, whipping through the wardrobe for his tie which he never always knew where it was.
"I might have plans," I said, even though we both knew I didn't.
He looked up at me. “What plans?"
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