Elena's P.O.V
The night had settled in, casting shadows across the room as I sat, engrossed in a book. The quiet was a sanctuary, until a gentle knock interrupted the peaceful solitude. Vincent entered the room, his solemn expression tinged with a hint of mischief.
"Good evening, Elena," he greeted, his voice soft and inviting. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."
I raised my eyebrows at him, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I answered his queries. "No, not at all. What brings you here?"
Hah! He spoke as if I actually had a choice in this place!
Vincent's eyes sparkled with amusement as he caught on. "I've come to whisk you away for dinner. A change of scenery might be nice, don't you think?"
