Vivienne's POV

I looked at Alex and he looked at me. And even though neither of us said a word, our exchange said exactly the same thing:

What on earth is he planning?

Before either of us could ask, Diane gave a small laugh from across the table.

“Don’t worry." She said, waving her hand dismissively. “It’s nothing serious.”

The only issue was—I didn’t believe her. Not even a bit. This was the same woman who had gifted me lingerie on the very first day we met.

And sure ...