While Elena and Lucas were enjoying their engagement, the evening stretched longer than Vivienne had expected, and with every passing minute, her patience wore thinner.
She was sitting in her living room, her phone in her hand, her eyes fixed on the screen. The silence around her felt heavy, almost suffocating.
She glanced at the time again. It had already been two hours.
She pressed Sebastian's number once more. The call went through.
It rang and rang, but there was no answer.
Vivienne's brows slowly furrowed as she cut the call. Without wasting a second, she dialed again.
This time, the call disconnected midway.
Her fingers tightened around the phone and a faint irritation began to rise within her.
"Why are you not picking up?" she muttered under her breath.
She stood up from the couch and began pacing slowly across the room. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor, echoing in the silence. Something did not feel right.
