Vivienne’s POV
At six in the evening, after work, I went straight to the underground parking lot to wait for Alexander. I stood quietly, holding my bag, checking the time again and again.
I did not have to wait long before his car drove in. He stepped out and walked toward me with his usual calm expression, as if nothing in the world could disturb him.
James drove us to a private styling studio that Alexander often used. The place was quiet and luxurious, and the staff treated him with careful respect.
They quickly began my makeup and styling while he was taken to another room.
After my makeup was done, I changed into the gown they prepared for me. When I stepped out, I held the edge of the dress carefully. The fabric was long and soft, unfamiliar against my skin.
Alexander was alrea
