VIVIENNE

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She smiled at us through the open door like we’d booked her for tea.

“Mr. and Mrs. Langford! Oh, your faces. I’m so sorry, I know it’s late.”

“It’s almost nine,” Damon said. No hello, no smile, just the time thrown back at her.

“I know, I know.” She pressed a hand flat to her chest. “I had a cancellation, and I thought, why sit in some hotel when I could pop by and meet this lovely family a teeny bit early? No fuss. You’ll barely know I’m ...