After fifteen minutes of swerving through the busy city, Ariana finally arrived at Vincent’s house. Thankfully, the sky was not yet dark by the time she got home. She drove in silence but the smile on her lips remained. However, it didn’t last long as just as she was about to get out of the car, her eyes wandered to the back and she saw him.
Vincent was behind her, driving in his black Mercedes like a monitoring spirit. She had been so busy rejoicing that she didn’t notice him the entire time.
‘Did he really drive behind me the whole time?’ She thought.
That didn’t change anything.
She was still upset with him. It would take a whole lot more than following her around to get her forgiveness.
She didn’t turn or bother acknowledging his presence. She got out of the car and walked straigh
