Vivienne took a deep breath and finally opened the door with her hands shaking lol she had a seizure.
There was nothing dramatic or strange waiting for her, nothing like the horrible things her brain had been inventing while she was getting dressed. No whips hanging from the ceiling, no chains rattling, no buckets of pig blood ready to fall on her head. At least not yet.
André was simply standing there, like he had been waiting for her impatiently. His back was straight, his hands clasped politely behind him, like some prince from a fairy tale.
He said in that soft, sticky-sweet voice of his, "You came. I was worried. I thought you wouldn't.."
Vivienne pasted on a sweet smile and answered in the same fake tone, "Why wouldn't I? I only took time to look beautiful for you."
The words left her mouth before her brain could stop them, and she froze inside.
