(Vivian’s POV) The sound of laughter echoed down the hall before I even opened the door. “Vivi! Are you seriously living like a queen now?” I didn’t even need to see them — that voice was unmistakable. Favour. Loud, dramatic, and entirely incapable of whispering. I opened the door to find her standing there with her hands on her hips, sunglasses perched on her head, and a grin wide enough to melt anyone’s annoyance. Beside her was Esther — calm, composed, always the voice of reason, holding a tray of takeout coffee like a peace offering. “Favour,” I said, half laughing, half groaning. “Do you ever knock quietly?” “Not when my best friend suddenly becomes Mrs. Billionaire,” she shot back, brushing past me into the living room. “God, Vivi, this place is gorgeous. Look at this sofa. You could fit a small village on this thing.” Esther followed more gently, her smile small but warm. “It’s beautiful, Vivian. Really. You look good too.” “Thanks,” I said, closing the door behind the
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