Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 49

VIVIAN screamed out at once, the sound sharp and deafening, echoing through the living room so suddenly that Fiona halted in her tracks.

“Ahh!” Vivian shrieked again, jumping up from the couch.

Fiona frowned slightly.

“What is it? Why are you shouting?” she asked, her tone calm. There was no worry on her face— Vivian was smiling far too widely for this to be anything but good news.

“You wouldn’t believe this,” Vivian said, eyes sparkling as she stared down at her phone.

“Tell me first before deciding whether I would believe it or not,” Fiona replied dryly, folding her arms.

“Jesus!” Vivian gasped dramatically. “Vale has asked me out on a date. He has asked me out on a date, Fiona!”

“What?!” Fiona exclaimed, her mouth falling open. “Wait— hold on. I will be back.” She turned quickly and dashed into the kitchen, set the trashcan neatly back in its corner, rinsed her hands at the sink, and wiped them on a towel before hurrying back into the living room.

She stopped in front of Vivian, eyes wide.

“Now say that again. Vale did what?”

Vivian laughed, still staring at her phone as if afraid the message might disappear if she looked away.

“My eyes aren’t deceiving me. Yes. He just asked me out. A dinner date, Fiona. Seven p.m. this weekend.”

“Oh my!” Fiona squealed, punching the air. “Now that— that is an intentional man!”

They both burst into laughter, the excitement bubbling over as Vivian jumped to her feet.

“I need to find the perfect dress right now,” Vivian said breathlessly. “Something that says confident, sexy, and unforgettable. I have to capture my man’s attention.”

“Right now?” Fiona laughed.

“Yes, right now!” Vivian said, already racing toward the stairs.

Fiona shook her head, smiling widely as she followed.

“I’m coming right after you,” she called, jogging behind her.

They ran upstairs together, their laughter echoing down the hallway as they reached Vivian’s room. Vivian flung open her wardrobe, clothes spilling forward as she began pulling hangers free, tossing dresses onto the bed without much thought.

“No, no, no… too boring,” she muttered, discarding one dress. “This one is too loud. And this… no, this is for a wedding.”

Fiona sat on the edge of the bed, watching her friend with amusement.

“You are acting like the date is in ten minutes.”

“I need to be prepared,” Vivian said, holding up a sleek black dress, then shaking her head. “But not desperate.”

Fiona chuckled.

“You know what is funny? You have been smiling at that phone for weeks now, and now he finally made his move.”

Vivian paused, clutching a red dress to her chest. Her smile softened.

“I was starting to think he never would. You know, like the others.”

“Well, he did,” Fiona said gently. “And you deserve it.”

Vivian exhaled, her excitement settling into something warmer, more meaningful.

“I’m nervous,” she admitted quietly.

Fiona stood up and squeezed her hand.

“That is how you know it matters.”

Vivian smiled again, brighter than before, and turned back to her wardrobe with renewed determination as the room buzzed with anticipation and laughter.

***

Tiana was in her room, pulling drawers open and shut with growing frustration. Clothes lay half-folded on the bed, her vanity chair pushed aside as she searched every possible corner for her pack of hairpins. She checked the dresser, the bedside table, even the pockets of yesterday’s jeans. Nothing.

“Oh, come on,” she muttered under her breath, rubbing her forehead. She was already running late, and the hairpins were the one thing she needed to tame the stubborn strands refusing to cooperate.

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