Vivienne began her master's program while managing the mansion. Days were long and monotonous, filled with lectures, assignments, and household duties.
Grayson was always busy, his focus entirely on work. He rarely looked at her, and when he did, it was with cold indifference.
Weeks turned into months, and a year passed. The routine was comfortable but emotionally dull. Vivienne kept her heart closed, reminding herself that this was a contract—nothing more.
Even in a world of luxury, she often found herself longing for connection, for someone to share her thoughts with. But for now, her life was orderly, controlled, and entirely predictable.