Last Night in Midnight Blue

Vivienne’s POV

After Valentin’s whole “we’re going back to Denver in the morning” declaration, delivered with the same casual tone one might use when announcing the weather not bothering to wait for me to respond, I spent the rest of the day doing what any exhausted, overthinking, silk-robed twenty-three-year-old would do: absolutely nothing productive.

I nibbled on overpriced European pastries I