Vivian's Table Novels & Stories

Vivian I looked through the glasses while Patricia and Julia were ecstatic, rambling around inside this special meeting room on the forty-eighth floor and admiring the glossy chandelier hanging above our heads. Marley booked the whole afternoon of this meeting room for us to brainstorm. She wanted the meeting with Nathan Sadoc to be perfect. The walls were all soundproof with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the center of this city. Patricia gasped, standing at the wooden fence beside the windows, “Gosh, that’s gorgeous.”

Syrus tried to steal glances at Vivian, but she was hellbent on acting as though he did not exist, which was just heartbreaking. “Let’s give them room to talk,” Marie said as she and Mr. Vale carried their plates of food and left the dining table. They continued talking and laughing until they went to their bedroom. Syrus saw Vivian get up abruptly to leave, but he would be damned if he let this golden opportunity pass him by, so Syrus quickly got up and blocked Vivian’s way. “What do you want?” Vivian barked angrily. “Words cannot begin to express how sorry I am, Vivian…” Syrus started but Vivian cut him off harshly.

Vivian was hosting several high-ranking noble guests who had stayed after the morning tea, their rich velvet surcoats and silk gowns gleaming beneath the lights. ​As I entered, every eye slid toward me, a wave of subtle, knowing smirks rippling across the table. ​Vivian had deliberately left only one chair vacant at the far end of the setting—a narrow, fragile wooden seat with delicate carved legs, squeezed tightly between two broad stone pillars. ​Serena, seated near the head of the table in a dazzling rose-colored dress, let out a dramatic, breathless gasp.

"My wife has only ever been Noelle." The second those words were out of his mouth, Vivian's face twisted horribly. "Adrian Sutton! Have you forgotten everything we had together?" My expression remained icy as I enunciated, "What you two had together? What did you have? I'll say this once more, Vivian. This is not the place for you to cause a scene, and it's definitely not a place for you to climb the social ladder." She looked like she'd just heard the world's funniest joke. She snorted. "Me, climb the social ladder?"

Surely Vivian wouldn't initiate a legal dispute over a handful of coffee beans. She padded barefoot down the hallway, the herringbone floors cool beneath her feet. As she rounded the corner into the open-concept kitchen, she froze. Vivian was already there. She was perched on a sleek barstool, looking absurdly put-together for the early hour in a crisp charcoal-grey blouse, tailored trousers, and her hair neatly pinned up. She held an iPad in one hand and a cup of black coffee in the other. The moment Avery’s bare foot stepped onto the kitchen tile, Vivian’s eyes snapped up. She pointedly tapped the face of her luxury watch.

Vivian pulled out a chair for Leslie, encouraging him to take a seat. As they settled at the table, Vivian couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. The air was charged with anticipation, both aware of the weight of the topics that awaited their discussion. For now, they focused on the meal before them, savouring the flavours and engaging in light-hearted conversation, allowing themselves a moment of respite before addressing the deeper matters at hand.

Then, more messages. But it’s Pictures. I rubbed my eyes again, staring at the images loading on my screen. Then it’s Raymond and that witchcraft girl Vivian. Sitting at a fancy restaurant. Candles. Wine. Laughing. Looking cozy. Like a couple. “They look good together “ I muttered staring at the pictures I slowly lifted my gaze to the decorations in the living room. The dining table. The food Maid and I had worked so hard to make. The man we did all this for?

said Calista, as she took a seat at the dining table. "Haven't you stayed here for one day already? I've heard from Marianne that you even took a nap. Now that dinner's ready, you can come and join us too. Don't you say that I'm hostile toward you?" Vivian was furious as she stared at her. However, she didn't reveal her emotions and stiffened her lips. After a moment of silence, she suddenly let out a chuckle.

Vivian stood up, and walked to the small dining table that was at a corner in the room. “I have put this down on this table for days now and I even wrote ‘for you Ryan’ boldly on it. Did you even touch it not talk of raising it up and check what was inside it” Vivian painted him too, and put it on the dining table for him. “When you don’t care to know, how do you know what I am doing?” Vivian tore the wrapper from the painting, and dropped it on the table. She turned back, and going back to the bed.