NO ONE'S POV
Vivien stood right beside the grand buffet table, frantically fanning her face with both hands, trying to force the burning blush away from her cheeks.
"What on earth is wrong with me?!" she muttered fiercely to herself, grabbing some grapes stacking up her mouth. "It's just a name! It's a literal collection of letters! So why did I suddenly feel a wave of heat rush through my entire body the second I said it? Did I somehow get drugged without even knowing?!"
Feeling suffocation of the crowded ballroom, she spotted a set of open glass doors leading to a balcony. Desperate to cool herself down, she slipped through the curtains and stepped outside.
The moment she stepped onto the terrace, a sudden, chilly night breeze hit her bare shoulders. She closed her eyes, letting out a long breath. It felt so much better. But as the blush on her face finally began to fade, she realized something else was wrong.
