"Shh, have you gone mad? Didn't you see what happened to the Coopers? Stop talking about it," someone hissed, effectively silencing the room.

No one dared to gossip about Vivienne and Mr. K anymore; crossing Vivienne was equal to crossing Mr. K.

As for the nature of their relationship, it was a topic only whispered about in private.

Vivienne sat confidently beside Mr. K, not at all fazed by their difference in status. She held her head high, a picture of elegance and ...