Viv

The man, impeccably dressed in a chauffeur's uniform, executed a flawless ninety-degree bow as he held the car door open for the stunning woman who had just alighted from the airplane.

Her icy demeanor would make anyone shiver in fear and the driver was no exception as he tried to keep his gaze stuck to the ground. Her cold exterior thawed slightly as she slid into the luxurious interior of the car, immediately greeted by the refreshing blast of the air conditioner. 

With each step from the airplane to the awaiting car, Vivenne had felt as though she were traversing a scorching desert. The mere ten steps had seemed interminable, each one a reminder of the sweltering climate she had left behind five years ago. She hated this weather and this country. The only reason she had come back was Seb. Once she'd made sure her goal was accomplished, she would never return here.