Vivian's Table Romane & Geschichten

17 Vivian's POV The day I decided to go check out the other side of the country, I told the girl that worked at the restaurant that I was leaving and to my surprise, she pulled me into a hug, "You have to promise me that you will be careful okay?" She said and I nodded

I stared down at him and said, deadpan, "I'll never tell you. I'm not letting you mess with her peace." Pedro stared at me, frozen. Then Marco stepped in. "Vivian's really dead?" His voice was low, stunned. I gave him a cold smile. "Yeah, she is. You should be thrilled—you always hated her. Thought she wasn't good enough. But really, Marco, what makes you think you were?" The night felt thick. The Domingo estate was unusually lively. Behind me, Pedro was still crying, Marco snapping at him. And honestly? That part felt kinda satisfying.

"Since we are all old acquaintances, may I ask you to order a few more bottles of wine?" "To think that the owner of a company could fall from grace like this... Let's see, as long as you drink all the alcohol on the table, I'll open as many bottles as you want." Mr. Paine grinned maliciously. Jessica looked at the four bottles of vodka and four bottles of red wine on the table, and she felt a little scared. "Sir, let me do it!" "My alcohol tolerance is good, let me!" The other waiters and waitresses rushed over, competing for the chance.

At nearly the same time, a car stopped in front of the grand Harvey Group building. Vivian stepped out calmly. She wore a cream-colored work suit with a simple cut, her black hair neatly tied back. A tablet was in her hand, containing all the concepts she had prepared overnight. She lifted her face, looking at the large logo on the building. Her steps stopped. “Harvey Group?” she murmured. Vivian frowned. Her heart beat a little faster. She lowered the tablet, staring at the company name once more, making sure she hadn’t read it wrong.

After a while, Wanda clutched her stomach as intense pain coursed through her. She spat out a mouthful of blood. She belatedly realized what had happened and swept the glass of milk off the table, making it shatter on the floor. Then, she slapped Lila. "What did you put in the milk? When did you learn the truth?" Lila's expression darkened when she heard her words. She snarled, "I put whatever you put in my soup but at a hundred times the dosage."

Sarah said, standing up to join Vivian. At the table, Zachary sat across from Vivian, with Sarah sitting next to her.

Tonight was not just dinner. Tonight was Vivian’s night. At the head table, Alpha Darius Blackthorn sat like a king carved from old mountain stone. Silver threaded through his black hair, and power rested around him so naturally the room seemed to bend toward it. Beside him sat Luna Maren, elegant in deep blue, her silver eyes calm and watchful. Ezra sat to his father’s right. Vivian sat beside him. Of course she did. She wore emerald silk that made her look untouchable. Her dark hair was swept over one shoulder, and a silver crescent pendant rested at her throat.

“Of course.” The seating arrangement, of course, was not accidental. Vivian guided her toward the middle of the long table—right next to Alessandro. Perfect. As they sat, Isabel glanced up just once. His gaze met hers. It was brief. Controlled. Unreadable. But it sliced through her anyway. She shifted in her seat and reached for her water glass. Vivian chatted politely about summer plans and charity benefits while waiters began to serve the appetizers—grilled octopus, crusty bread, and a soft cheese that smelled like regret. Isabel barely heard her.

Vivian whispered, pinching me from underneath the table and smiling at the same time like nothing was wrong. “Oh and Luca” I said, jumping up a little because I didn’t expect it “This is Vivian my best friend, she’s also a chef in learning at one Macdonald’s restaurant and she would be here till Monday, you can feel free to show her some of your recipes, and ask her help if you want.” I was feeling so ashamed that Vivian would succeed in putting me up to this. I guess I started with the game first, so I was in no position to complain.

Even as she spoke, she was studying Lulu intently, and she subtly turned away as Lulu lowered her head and moved aside. "What are you doing here?" Zachary asked, striding toward them with a glass of water. "Mr. Slate…" Vivian beamed when she saw him, hurrying toward him while shoving Lulu aside. Lulu almost lost her balance but managed to catch herself, whereas Zachary seemed not to see it. He stayed silent and waited, pursing his lips when Lulu did not say a word. At the same time, Vivian put the food container on the table as if she was at home. "I was so worried and I know you wouldn't have much food at home, so I brought you something. I made all these myself!"