Vivienne froze where she stood, her hand still holding the seal opener, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.
André's voice came again, colder this time, cutting through the silence like a blade.
"What are you doing here?"
Her throat went dry. Every thought in her head scattered like frightened birds. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was so parched it hurt. Her mind screamed: Oh God. I am fucked. Completely fucked. He caught me. He knows. What the hell do I say now?
She told herself to breathe, but she couldn't. Her body was stiff. Her hands were shaking. She stared at him, standing in the doorway, tall, calm, unreadable. His eyes were locked on her like he could see every lie she had ever thought of before it even left her mouth.
Vivienne cursed under her breath. Think. Think, you stupid bitch. Come up with something. Anything. An excuse. Something that will sound half-believable. Something that might trick him for even one second.
