Vivienne's POV
It's been more than five days now, and I haven't seen Alexander anywhere around the house. At first, I was the one avoiding him, but then I noticed it wasn't because I was good at avoiding him—he hadn't been home since then.
I came out of the bathroom with a towel still tied around my head when I heard a loud knock on my door. “That must be Abbie bringing my dinner as usual,” I thought, walking towards the door.
“You should have just called…” My voice trailed off when I saw who was standing in front of my door.
“Hi, good evening,” I said in a low voice, but he didn't respond. Instead, he walked into the room, his eyes scanning around like he was looking for something.
“Did you by mistake see my ring around here?” he finally asked, trying not to make eye contact.
“Ring?
