Chapter 392

Fiona's fingers trembled slightly as she finally gathered the courage to ask the cosplayer for a photo together.

Vivian stood at a distance, her phone camera capturing the moment.

She sent the video of Fiona chatting and laughing with strangers to the Queen.

The Queen's reply came swiftly, her excitement palpable through the message.

"My angel is finally living like a normal girl."

Vivian's lips curved into an unconscious smile as she read it.

After the convention, Fiona glowed with newfound radiance.

"I want to try flying commercial," Fiona suddenly suggested on their way back.

Vivian raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Fiona nodded firmly. "I want to interact with more people."

Emily immediately raised her hand. "I'm coming too! I heard Eudora has this romantic island called—"

Vivian's expression froze at the mention of "romantic island."

"Vivian?" Emily noticed the change instantly.

"Nothing." Vivian quickly schooled her features.

As they arrived at the villa complex, a black Maybach blocked the road.

Ethan leaned against the car, his tall frame casting a long shadow in the sunset.

"Wait in the car," Vivian sighed.

Fiona studied the man curiously. "Who's that?"

Emily's eyes sparkled. "Vivian's ex-husband. But I bet they'll get back together."

"I see." Fiona nodded thoughtfully.

Outside, Ethan straightened and approached Vivian.

"Got time now?" His voice carried a hint of exasperation.

Vivian crossed her arms. "The mighty CEO has nothing better to do?"

"Cleared three meetings just to see you," Ethan chuckled.

Behind the second-floor curtains, two pairs of eyes peeked out.

"They look good together," Fiona whispered.

Emily nodded vigorously. "Told you!"