Venessa's pov.

Nibbling on the food in front of me, my eyes kept on glancing at Vincent who's eating his breakfast peacefully while me on the other hand won't stop fidgeting with the edge of the dress that I'm wearing.

What's taking the maid so long to buy it?. I asked myself, letting out a sigh making Vincent look at me questioning probably wondering what on earth is wrong with me and just I thought that he would ask what's wrong, he didn't and instead continued ...