Blanche's POV
Vincent's car pulled up at the curb, and I watched as he stepped out, casually unbuttoning his suit jacket.
He walked forward with confidence, his black suit hanging open, hands tucked in his pockets, stepping out of the shadows with that effortless swagger and raw energy.
Sure, Vincent had earned himself quite the reputation in business circles, but damn if he wasn't gorgeous. Those roguish eyes and that magnetic presence—he was annoyingly captivating.
At the entrance, I turned with the others at the sound of his approaching footsteps, watching Vincent stride toward us with complete confidence.
When he reached us, Vincent stopped in front of our group, flashing Wayne a warm smile. "Mr. Tim, since it's your birthday, how about doing me a favor and being my witness?"
Vincent showed up empty-handed, but I knew Wayne was aware the Aarav family's gift had been delivered earlier that afternoon.
