Blanche's POV
At the appointed time, Vincent showed up right on schedule.
With my makeup artist's assistance, I walked out of the Callum Mansion.
The evening was still young, and my brothers hadn't returned home yet, so only a handful of maids witnessed my departure.
Not wanting my family to worry, I instructed the maids, "When my brothers come back and ask about my whereabouts, tell them I went to study at the library."
The maids beamed and nodded, promising to follow my request.
Stepping outside, I immediately caught sight of Vincent's vehicle—a unique Lamborghini that looked sleek and striking.
Autumn had arrived, and the setting sun painted everything in warm amber tones. Vincent stood with the sunlight behind him, casually resting against his car with his arms crossed loosely, his trench coat hanging open, radiating an effortlessly cool presence.
