"Good morning, Mr. Stanford." I heard Vincent in the entrance hall two days later. I didn’t talk or text him since the party. I had closed myself in my room, not wanting to talk or see anyone. I ignored most phone calls from my phone, and let it die. I went to the steps.
"Vincent, I assume you are here to see Rozy." He spoke.
"I am." He said as I started walking down the steps. I was wearing one of my sun dresses and barefoot. His grey eyes met mine as Grandfather looked behind him. He smiled, moving out of the way. I went to Vincent as his arms went around me. His hand in my hair, resting on the back of my head as his other was wrapped around my waist as he held me to him. His breathing was rough, almost labored.