Unknown POV

Phone ringing

Picking up the phone.

"Is it done?" he asked the person on the other line with a stern voice.

“Yes sir, as you requested.” The man on the line answered.

“The evidence?”

“All clear. Nothing can be found nor lead to us.”

“Good. Keep it that way and return to the base now, I will be there in a few.”

Hanging up the call, he rubbed his face with his hands in exhaustion. “Why the fuck do, you need to be so noisy Matthew...” Asking the question to no one in particular, he grabbed his car keys as he headed out to his car.

"Just a little more and all is done." He thought to himself.

He sat in his car, looking around and drove off cautiously as to no one is following him.

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Vivian POV

This morning she got the call from Paola to help her find a decent dress for the ball. At first, she wasn't too thrilled to go and do more shopping… probably has to do with the fact that Paola and Matt had a date… but in the end, here she was, standing by the fountain in the Mall Avenue that is their destination to meet.

Glancing at her wristwatch, she checked the time and saw Paola is 20 minutes late. Thinking to herself, she should have known her friend by now as she was the type to always be late for some various reasons.

Finally, she saw the silver Mercedes that is the car of her friend.

Paola parked and rushed towards her with a smile on her face as the moment she came near her she started, "I am sorry. I know I am late, but there was a little more traffic than I have predicted to be."

“You will never change.” Shaking her head, she said to her with a smile on her face.

They walked inside the mall and went to one store and looked through the dresses.

"So Vivian, you know Matt for a long time…" she said while holding out in her hands and looked critically at a red mermaid-like, lace long dress.

"Hm." Vivian digs her head in the racks of dresses, hoping Paola will not go in that way with conversation. She didn't feel like talking about him now, and not with her.

“Oh, come on. Tell me, do you know what his type of girls he likes are?” she asked as she was now looking at her.

“I don’t know. The man itself is a mystery, plus I haven’t seen him for years. Why are you asking me that? Are you interested in him?” now she turned her head towards her friend as she asked the question.

Blushing, Paola looked at the racks, then back at her. "Yes, I am. I never thought he is such a gentleman and kind and sweet I mean when Luke spoke of their childhood, they were wild and bad boy type…you know what I mean." Laughing she added.

"Why do you say that? OMG don't tell me something happened between you two?" wide-eyed, she was staring at her.

"Let's say something could have, but he has shown he is a better man. O Vivian, he said he wants to get to know me better. We spoke for some time and had few drinks, I honestly liked that time, and he is so interesting and smart, funny, so easy to talk with."

“O...” surprised by her words, Vivian had no idea what to think nor what to say to her on that.

"So my dear, that is why I want to impress him with the dress and who better than to ask you for help to help me pick one out." Smiling, she continued happily looking through the racks of dresses in search of a perfect one.

Swallowing thickly, she tried to compose herself to the truth. She liked Paola; she was her good friend, and yes she was beautiful as well with her thin waist, long tanned legs, long light brown hair that had light blue stripes in beautiful grey eyes, and plump red lips.

Not to mention, she was pretty well gifted in the chest area.

Ugh.. she tried to shake away that nasty feeling that crawled in the pit of her stomach. She knew she has no rights but… damn it was too hard.

They picked a few dresses and took them in with them to the dressing room to try them on.

After trying like five different dresses, she started to lose hope in finding any.

She was feeling agitated by it, as she wondered who in the world she wanted to impress, as she was looking so hard into finding that one perfect dress.

“O my God, Vivian. I think I found the one.” Squealing, she heard her friend in the dressing room next to hers.

"Come outside, I need your advice," Paola called from outside the door.

Opening the door, she steps outside and took a look at her.

She was wearing a tight silver dress with tiny little sparkles all over it, with thin straps. The length was long. Her back had like zig-zag lines, straps that were set in the middle of her back and followed till her hips. The fabric of her chest side was a little like creasy that gave not too much out, nor too little either. It was a perfect amount. She was truly beautiful in it.

“Wow… you look so beautiful in that dress.” She said truthfully.

“It is a beautiful dress, but is it too much for the occasion?” She asked, twirling around and checking herself up in the mirror.

“No, it is perfect.” She told her with a smile.

“So did you find any for yourself?”

“I have one more I like to try on.”

“Try it and come back outside here, I’ll wait for you.”

Turning around, she went back to her dressing room and took off the pink dress that she was wearing.

She took an emerald dress she saw first and slowly put it on.

Not daring to look at the mirror, she opened the door and went outside to meet with her friend who was waiting for her there.

“O my God! Vivian, this is the one! You’re breathtaking!” Paola said.

Turning around towards the mirror, she looked at the outfit.

A beautiful dark emerald long length dress, it followed her body but not too tight. The cleavage was decent, not showing off as her backside was full-on display ending up right above her ass.

She smiled as she was looking at the result.

“Now we are taking these two dresses and going to get shoes and purses. O my God, the guys will be speechless.” Giggling, Paola said as she rushed Vivian back in their dressing room so they can get going with their plan on what more they need to do.

After the girls got their dresses and accessories and shoes, Paola had the idea that they should go together to a beauty salon and hairdresser.

They did their hair and nails. Pleased with their results, they said goodbye to each other and went home.

On her way home, she went to pick up Noel from his daycare and they were on their way home.

“Mommy, I made a drawing for you.” He said from his car seat.

“O did you now, sweetie?” as she drove, she said.

“Yes. Can we put it on the r..rrr….efrigorator?” he asked proudly

“Refrigerator… and yes we can.”

Fist pumping up in the air, he exclaimed happily.

Laughing at his reaction, she pulled the car in their street. Nearing the house, she saw Luke was still probably at work as his car was not home.

They got inside the house, and Noel rushed to the refrigerator to proudly put on his new drawing.

Smiling at the cuteness of her son, she took her bags and went to her bedroom to place them there.

Looking at the time she decided to go and start preparing lunch so it is done by the time Luke comes back from work.

She was cutting some vegetables as Noel was coloring by the kitchen counter as he was sitting on a high chair. They heard the house phone ringing.

She took the phone and answered it.

“Hello?”

"Hey, babe. I am just calling that I might be a little late for lunch as work got a little piled up so don't wait on me, ok?" Luke was on the other line calling her.

"Okay. I will leave some leftovers than in the fridge for you then."

As she said that, she heard a soft moan that sounded as it came from some woman.

"Wh… what... Luke…" not being able to form a sentence, Luke beat her to it.

"Okay babe, thanks. I'll try not to be too late. Kiss the little guy." And he hangs up.

She felt shocked. She was looking at the phone in total be wilderness.

“Mommy, are you ok?” Noel looked at her worriedly.

Snapping out of the trance, she looked at her son and tried to put on a reassuring smile.

"Yes, sweetie. How about you make another drawing for me while mommy finishes cooking,"

Noel nod and took a new clean paper and started to draw.

She went back to cutting the vegetables as her mind went to that one sound, she heard as Luke called her.

She couldn’t help but ask herself a question. Is he cheating on her? And if he is, for how long and with whom?

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