*Vivienne*
Few hours later, I am dressed in a form fitting ankle length maxi dress with floral patterns which has a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt. I slipped on low heels to complete the look, grabbed my bag and was soon on my way outside.
Mr. Gibbons intercepted me while I was still on the stairs. “Good morning, Ms. Reynolds,” he greeted with a slight bow.
“Good morning, Mr. Gibbons,” I responded. “And please call me, Vivienne. Ms. Reynolds makes me feel like an old maid.”
He smiled and nodded. “I whipped up something in the kitchen in case you're hungry.”
I darted a quick glance over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. “I am really sorry but I'm already running late for my doctor's appointment,” I said apologetically.
His face fell and I instantly felt guilty.
“Oh
