Chapter 70

The steady rhythm of work became Vivian's sanctuary, a fortress built with the bricks of financial independence. Never again would she chain herself to someone else's promises for security.

Damien's response came without pretense. "Perfect. I'll be waiting."

The navigation led Vivian to Hazelnut Time Coffee Shop, a hidden gem that whispered of old-world charm. Stone pathways wound through a courtyard where a wooden bridge arched over a babbling brook, flanked by corridors that seemed to hold centuries of secrets. Inside, the walls displayed museum-worthy paintings while delicate porcelain figurines watched from their shelves.

A waiter materialized with a bow. "This way, please."

She followed him to the Azure Room, where misty blue walls created an atmosphere of serene sophistication. With each step, Damien's voice replayed in her mind, painting him as someone who appreciated both beauty and substance.

The private rooms stood like islands of privacy, separated only by strands of antique crystal beads. Parting the strands, Vivian froze mid-step. A silver-haired man in a fitted black tee and artfully ripped designer jeans was pouring coffee with theatrical precision. His modern edge clashed deliciously with the room's classical decor.

The clinking beads made him look up. "Ms. Hartley?"

Vivian recovered swiftly, stepping through with practiced grace. "Mr. Vaughn."

"Damien, please." His smile revealed perfect teeth.

He dismissed the waiter with a glance and pulled out her chair. "No entourage today?"

As he filled her cup, his gaze lingered. "You outshine every actress in Hollywood. Just your face could sell this film."

"I'm auditioning for the lead," Vivian said, accepting the coffee. Chandelier light caught in her eyes like trapped stardust.

Damien's fingers stilled on the table. Realization dawned. The creator would know her character best. And with those cheekbones... fate had dealt her a winning hand.

"With training, you'd be unstoppable." His tone shifted. "But acting requires sacrifice. I assume you want your heroine done justice?"

Businessman first, dreamer second - Damien Vaughn didn't gamble with investments. A mediocre performance could sink everything.

Vivian's smile held decades of longing. "I trained at Kingsley Studios before... life intervened."

Kingsley - the Ivy League of acting schools, whose alumni glittered with awards. Damien's posture relaxed visibly.

The coffee steamed between them, swirling with possibilities.