Calculated Scandal

Vivienne’s POV

I was radiant.

Not just in the way my skin glowed after that perfect croissant Ruslan had insisted I try, or the sunlight that caught my cheekbones just right in the boutique’s gold-framed mirror. No, this was internal. It was the glow of strategy executed with precision. Of watching the pin drop exactly where I’d meant for it to land.

Lunch with Ruslan had gone down like the most i