When she got back up to her apartment, Mrs. Quinn had already gone to bed. Vivienne made sure her steps were light so she didn’t wake her mother.
That night, she couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned until dawn.
Vivienne had a punctual biological clock, though. No matter how late she slept, she would wake up at 7 o’clock in the morning.
She made breakfast for her mother and left the house. The car needed to be taken to the shop for the night market later, and she would have to call her friend to ask for a ride while it was being repaired.
She waited outside the car shop until a red BMW pulled up about half an hour later, with her friend Lainey in the driver’s seat. She waved at Vivienne. “C’mon, get in.
Vivienne smiled and got in, clicking the seatbelt into place. Lainey already knew where they were heading, and she pulled away from the curb and drove directly to the night market.
“Your crappy old van’s long overdue for a replacement,” Lainey commented. “Why are you fixing it again? Just take my advice and buy a new one.”
“Easy for you to say.” Vivienne laughed. “I don’t have that kind of money. If I fix it up, it’ll still work fine.”
She and Lainey had known each other since high school, and they’
d been friends for about ten years now. Lainey ran her own cosmetics store, and business there was good. She was living a good life, all things considered.
“Vivienne, I hate seeing you work so hard with all this talent you have. You’re wasting it on the night market, y’know? You were at the top of our class, honestly. If it wasn’t for…” Lainey came back to her senses soon enough to cut herself off. She glanced at Vivienne, then smiled and changed the subject. “You’re still young, but you hate everybody I’ve introduced you to! Do you want to be a nun soon? What about that guy Hendrix Tennyson… I heard he went back to China and started a law firm there. I hear he’s still single, so I can help you go after him if that’s what you want.”
Vivienne’s heart throbbed at the name, some old memories resurfacing. She shook them away. “I know you want to help, Lainey, but there’s really no need. I forgot about him a long time. ago.”
Time healed all wounds, right?
“Why don’t you find a boyfriend yourself, then?” Lainey meant well, but she couldn’t stop talking the second she opened her mouth. “I overheard my aunt saying you were introduced to several guys, but you didn’t like any of them-”
Vivienne interrupted her softly. “Lainey, I’m married.”
“Nothing wrong with that. It’s a natural step in the-” Lainey turned suddenly to stare at Vivienne. “What did you just say? What? You don’t even have a boyfriend, but you-? Did you just pull a husband
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off the sidewalk?”
This was impossible. The sun might as well have risen in the west if Vivienne was married.
Amused, Vivienne said, “Well, it was a random guy, but my mom found him on a dating site. And yes, I married him.”
Lainey braked so hard that the car fully stopped at the side of the road. “Just like that, you’re married?”
She dragged Vivienne to a convenience store nearby to properly interrogate her and put her hands on her hips sternly. “Don’t you dare lie to me, now. Tell me what’s going on. Who is this guy?”
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Flash Marriage: He made my jaw drop
Roman d'amour*****this is not my original story***** Vivienne and Damien walked out of City Hall, looking down at the marriage certificate in their hands. Vivienne suddenly realized how crazy she was to have done this. She'd just married a man an hour after meet...