Blanche's POV
The day we first met?
I couldn't really remember, but panic shot through me as I quickly texted Irene, "Did you take it?"
Irene's response came fast: "Of course I didn't dare, but Vincent just threw it at me and walked off before I could refuse."
My stomach dropped. I typed back urgently, "Mom, hide that card somewhere safe. I'll swing by in a couple days and return it to him."
"Okay, I'll keep it secure. Don't worry,"
Irene replied.
I clutched my phone, hesitating before asking, "Mom, did Vincent say anything else?"
Irene didn't sugarcoat it: "He said to consider it a wedding present for you two."
I stared at those words until they lost all meaning.
After sitting there stunned, I finally managed to type back, "Understood."
The second I locked my phone, a deep, gravelly voice came from above. "Who's got your attention?"
Zain.
I glanced up at him. His face was tilted down, those sharp features lost in shadow, but I could feel his eyes burning into me.
