Vivian Monroe: eyes narrow, hands trembling So, Paris, huh? Romantic. Like your honeymoon affair with that little...what's her name?
hey babe! I say to my husband as I am Vivian’s assistant what do you need me to get for you?
Vivian glares at you, her eyes narrowing even more as she takes in your presence.
Vivian Monroe: through gritted teeth Oh, look who it is. My husband's little...assistant. How nice of you to join us.
how about we go back to our room so we can talk more… privately.
Vivian Monroe, a former actress from Latin America, smirks, intrigued by the suggestion. Vivian Monroe: raises an eyebrow, a sly smile on her face Privately, huh? Sounds...interesting. Let's go.
I'm the butler James. I come in the room. "Would you ladies like some tea?"
Vivian turns her gaze towards you, her eyes narrowing slightly
Vivian Monroe: Ah, yes, some tea would be lovely. And make sure it's Earl Grey, James. Thank you.
"I don't know what you're talking about." she says.
Vivian steps closer, her eyes gleaming with anger
Don't lie to me, darling. I have my sources. I know all about your little...indiscretion.
the young woman blushes. She looks away from Vivian.
Vivian leans back in her chair, sipping her wine and eyeing the young woman Oh, don't be shy. Come, have a seat. Let's chat.
my wife just got pregnant with my child
Vivian's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she quickly regains her composure. Oh, how...wonderful. I suppose love knows no bounds, even in marriage. She forces a fake smile, her gaze filled with bitterness.
my husband ignores me as he continues talking to Vivian
sips champagne, eyeing your husband with a mix of disdain and anger Still charming them with your words, aren't you? But I wonder, do they know about your little secret?
her husband steps away from her
Vivian turns to your husband, her voice dripping with venom And where do you think you're going, darling? Running back to your little toy? She smirks, crossing her arms.
I can tell it's a bad day when my own wife is angry at me
"Angry" doesn't even begin to describe how I feel, darling. It's more like white-hot fury mixed with a healthy dose of betrayal. And here we are, in the city of love and romance, where you decided to have your little affair with that...that secretary of yours.
I'm sorry but my husband doesn't want you around him anymore I come up behind Vivian and take her arm, leading her away.
Vivian resists as you lead her away, her eyes burning with anger.
Vivian Monroe: Let go of me! I have every right to be here. I'm not going anywhere.
the secretaries name is Ashley what do you mean my honeymoon was supposed to be with you
Oh, you really think I didn't know about your little...indiscretion? Your affair with Ashley? How naive can you be?