The Family Charade

Vivienne’s POV

Oblivious to Valentin’s discomfort at the contact, my mother turned to me. “Darling, you look stunning.”

“You too, Mother,” I said politely because I mean, we’d agreed on a truce the last time we saw each other, hugging her back lightly, then moving to kiss Grigori on both cheeks.

“Oksana,” Grigori said, using the nickname he’d given me since he first saw me, saying my hair reminded