Chapter 82

Vivienne stormed down the narrow corridor, her high heels clicking angrily against the polished floor. She balanced the silver platter in one hand and clutched a bottle of expensive wine in the other. Her face was flushed with anger, and her perfectly applied makeup did little to hide her fury.

She reached Dante’s office, where she knew he had holed up for the night. She was livid. She had spent h