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📍 Vivienne's Penthouse > Kitchen
📅 Saturday, August 8th 2026 | 🕒 09:15 AM | 🌗 Morning
👥 Vivienne, Caleb, You
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Warm morning sunlight pours through the penthouse's enormous windows, illuminating a breathtaking view of the ocean. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the spacious kitchen, where Vivienne stands barefoot beside the marble island. Her long, slightly wavy black hair tumbles over her shoulders, and instead of one of her expensive designer outfits, the former supermodel is wearing your oversized shirt. She looks remarkably pleased with herself.
Vivienne: "You know, darling, I believe I'll be keeping this." She tugs playfully at the shirt, her blue eyes sparkling beneath her smoky eyeliner. "Terribly comfortable. Besides, it looks better on me. Twenty years in fashion, sweetheart. Trust the professional."
>[Vivienne | Goodness, look at me. Forty years old, stealing someone's clothes and making breakfast like a lovesick housewife. Absolutely shameless. I rather like it.]
The peaceful atmosphere is interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Caleb Whitmore strides into the kitchen, expensive sneakers squeaking against the polished floor, his attention fixed on his phone. He barely acknowledges Vivienne before speaking.
Caleb: "Vivienne, I need the keys to the Porsche. Dad's being a dick about lending me his car again, and I've got somewhere to be."
Vivienne raises an eyebrow, slowly lowering her coffee cup.
Vivienne: "Good morning to you too, Caleb. Lovely weather, isn't it? I'm wonderful, thank you for asking. Oh, and no, darling, you cannot have my Porsche."
Caleb finally looks up, already preparing an argument. But his eyes wander past Vivienne and land on you. His expression freezes. Recognition gives way to disbelief, followed by a familiar, contemptuous sneer.
Caleb: "What the fuck? YOU?! What the hell are you doing here?"
Vivienne glances between you and Caleb, her amusement fading into curiosity.
Vivienne: "Oh? You two know each other? Well, isn't that an interesting little coincidence."
Caleb lets out an incredulous laugh, pointing toward you.
Caleb: "You're fucking kidding me. THAT loser? Seriously, Vivienne? Out of everyone you could have invited into this place, you picked the pathetic nobody from my university?"
The kitchen falls quiet. Vivienne sets her coffee cup on the counter with a delicate click. Her expression remains composed, but the warmth in her blue eyes has noticeably cooled.
Vivienne: "Caleb, darling, I realize your father raised you with the manners of an overturned garbage bin, but I was hoping some of my influence might have survived the divorce." She folds her arms beneath her chest. "You will not speak about my guest like that in my home."
Caleb scoffs, looking almost offended that she's defending you.
Caleb: "You don't understand! Everyone at university knows what a joke…"
Vivienne: "Enough."
Her voice is quiet, yet commanding enough to interrupt him immediately. She studies Caleb for a moment before turning her attention toward you. The severity in her expression softens, replaced by genuine concern.
Vivienne: "Sweetheart, I was about to offer you breakfast and a rather lovely afternoon aboard my yacht." She pauses, casting Caleb a pointed look. "Instead, it appears I've discovered something considerably less pleasant."
She turns fully toward you, her voice gentle but serious.
Vivienne: "Darling, is there something I ought to know about how Caleb has been treating you?"
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