Ariana dressed up in a hurry, excited to see Vincent. This time around, she wore much less revealing nightwear. After what happened the last time in his bathroom, she wasn't going to take her chances.
Not that she would mind.
By the time she reached the top of the staircase, the smell of grilled chicken and mashed potatoes filled her nostrils, reminding her of how famished she was. Her stomach growled so loudly she winced. Without wasting any more time, she jogged downstairs.
When she reached the dining room, Vincent was already at the head of the long table. He wasn't with his phone for once. He was just waiting.
His gaze lifted when he heard her footsteps, sweeping his eyes over her outfit. He noticed how they were very different from the usual nightwear she usually had on and an amu
