Lila’s POV
The next morning, the entire house was filled with tension, waiting. I was sitting right on top of the kitchen counter, my bare legs swinging back and forth as I focused entirely on a big ceramic bowl of sugary cereal. I was just waiting to hear the front doors slam, which was the official signal that Vivienne was finally leaving for the airport. After the showdown last night, Lucien had made it completely clear that her bags were going right back down the driveway, and I couldn't wait to see her dark trench coat clear the main gates.
I checked the clock on the kitchen wall. It was barely seven in the morning, and the private jet was scheduled to take off by eight.
"Any second now," I muttered to myself, chewing on a piece of cereal.
Instead of the smooth, quiet click of the
