Logan's POV

Lights glistened from the classy dangling chandelier. The huge table stretched for miles and was filled with exquisite palatable cuisines. Maids in uniform loomed around as they served every member of the Michealson family at the dining room.

Vivian was in a pink classy sheath dress, looking sumptuous with her hair cascading beneath her nape. She had excess makeup on her face with dangling earrings attached to her ears. Yet, even with everything, I wasn’t captivated.

After greeting me, she gazed at my mom and waved at her, flashing her warm smile..

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my fork and began eating slowly. My brother's eyes...