A Dream Restored

Vivienne’s POV

My mouth fell open the moment we pulled up. For a second, I honestly thought I’d misread the sign. I blinked, looked at Valentin, then back at the building, then at him again as if my eyes were playing tricks on me.

He looked like he always did as he walked around to open the car door for me; stoic, unreadable, the kind of face that could double as a warning sign for “Do not approac