Chapter 25

Vivianne Sinclair

I stood before the mirror, my eyes scanning my reflection.

“He's got a great taste.” I muttered, checking out how perfect the red dress looked on me.

It was one of the dresses Noah got me yesterday.

Whoever said ‘you can never go wrong with a red dress’ is definitely right, because fuck! It's always beautiful.

I picked up my handbag from the bed before stepping out of the room.

My heels clicked against the floor as I descended the staircase, but the ...