𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 [𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝐸𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ]

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"Anyways, I'll be heading home now," Vivienne let her eyes roll when she met Miles gaze who was at a lost. No fight. No argument. Completely unlike her.

"Wait! Before you go, can I have your number?" Maya held up that innocent smile, so how could Vivienne resist.

"Of course," Viv took the phone from the young 17 year old, typing in her number before handing the phone back.

"Wow, thanks!" Maya was such a sweet soul, Vivienne couldn't help but enjoy her company. "Does Mr. Edgeworth have your number?"

The thing was, Maya was a heavy instigator. "No. Only my work number," Viv answered straight forwardly.

"Mr. Edgeworth, why don't you ask Ms. Autry for her number?"

Maya was determined to get the two together. Even if it meant annoying them until they realized they were made for each other. Vivienne finally met Miles gaze longer than 3 seconds, "Yeah, Mr. Edgeworth, why don't you ask me for my personal number?"

She knew it was all a tease. Miles would never actually ask her for her number, but she enjoyed calling him out for it.

"Why would I need your number? I don't wish to talk to you outside of work," Miles internally groaned. He knew know that if he did ask for her number, then this situation would only be brought up again, and he would never hear the end of it. So he took the choice to deflate the situation, but regretted it when he saw a slight fall of Vivienne's face that he swore was just his imagination.

Vivienne let out a sigh, tired from fighting, "You have reason. Farewell Maya. Farewell Phoenix. Enjoy the rest of your days." By now, Viv was starting to lose hope.

Internally, she really did want Miles to ask for her number, even if he never intended on calling her. The thought just made her smile. But there was no point, it was clear he despised her, from the start. And it hurt. For some odd reason, it hurt to know that he could possibly hate her.

The entire time she drove home, her chest was filled into a pit of pain. Not only was she in utter despair, thinking of the possibilities, she was overwhelmed by confusion as to why she even felt that way. All these emotions coursing through her only arose more and more questions.

Vivienne had been in a few relationships, but not long enough to last two years. Her longest relationship, in fact, lasted about a year and three months after she discovered he had cheated on her. Then came the five months man of her dreams who left her for another woman. And then lastly came an eight month relationship, only to end up in a break up due to his childish nature since she refused to move in with him. But Vivienne was young, and this all happened through the course of five years. She couldn't remember the last time she felt love.

The only true love she could honestly say would be the love she has for her sister. Anything other than that was a simple heartfelt crush or obsession over fantasy-like ideals.

She was never the image others wanted her to be. No matter how much they tried to mold her into the perfect housewive, a tormentor, a prissy female, or anything else, she had her own path. She wouldn't just let any man take that from her.

That's partly the reason she spoke so formally, mainly out of spite. They didn't want her to speak like this so she did it anyway. It then became her own little thing. Something that no one could take away from her.

Vivienne arrived to her large condo, making her way over into the elevator up to the eighth floor, the second highest space. Frankly, Viv made good money, so she was able to afford a comfortable place.

Viv kicked off her shoes, feeling the restraints of her past dragging her down as she went over to unlock the cage of her furry companion, Rain.

As soon as the sweet papillon saw the image of her owner, she greeted her with a fury of licks and dog wags. Vivienne adored her pup, she was only 2 years old and yet, she felt like she had the dog her entire lifetime.

Viv went to the fridge to scoop out a tub of ice cream to let it sit for a bit before she went to change into some comfortable shorts and a crop top. Then, she went for the tub of ice cream, turned on her favorite movie, and curled up with her dog in her lap.

The little things was all Vivienne needed at a moment like this.