Ariana's grip on Vincent's arm tightened as the culprit got out of her car. Her lips parted as a tired gasp left her. With the introduction of this person, she knew her most anticipated bubble bath would have to wait.
'Why did he have to come now?'
The culprit, Michael Blackthorn stepped out with his usual arrogance and evil smirk, knowing what trouble he had caused. He was dressed similarly to Vincent; a black suit and a black tie. It vexed her that they looked so similar. She was sure it annoyed Vincent as well.
Michael walked towards them in slow, calculated moves. He fixed his cuffs, adjusted his suit, and then lifted his eyes with an irritating smirk, pleased with himself for the trouble he had caused.
Vincent exhaled slowly, the type of breath that one takes when they are about t
