Convention

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Vivienne POV Vivienne zipped her suitcase shut with a sharp tug, the sound slicing through the quiet of her room—shoving her phone in her back pocket. She couldn’t afford to think too much about the night before—the heat, the frustration, the way Grayson had pushed every one of her buttons in the most infuriatingly satisfying way. And then there was her father’s call, his words a thinly veiled jab at her ability to handle the B&B without embarrassing the family. Not that she’d let him see her sweat. They only had two weeks left till Halloween would kick off the start of the holiday season, and Vivienne was getting quite nervous. She wanted to prove her father wrong about her—prove that she was capable of bringing the B&B back to its pervious glory. She was dreading running into Grayson

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