VINCENT'S POV

Lyra's eyes widened as she turned and saw me standing behind her. My breath hitched for only a second as I took in the dress she was wearing. She loved black and she was beautiful inside it.

"What are you-" her eyes darted around us, flustered. "I thought you were going to France for a meeting."

"Well, you called me." I said, shaking my phone and she looked at hers. Walking up to her, I wrapped my hand around her tiny waist and brought out an invitation.

"Vincent Mark ...