As soon as Phoebe stepped into the vehicle, she was immediately aware that Theodore was not the sole upant. The overpowering scent of Vanessa''s signature floral perfume pervaded the air, a fragrance she was all too familiar with. Casting a nce towards the backseat, Phoebe''s suspicions were confirmed. Vanessay sprawled out, a faint hint of alcohol mingling with her perfume. Phoebe''s brow furrowed in confusion."Is Miss Fitzroy drunk?" Phoebe inquired, her gaze shifting to Theodore.He offered her a brief nce and a curt "Yes," before diverting the conversation. "Why are you out sote?"Phoebe''s eyes flickered to the car''s built-in PC, the time ring back at her. It was 12:45 in the morning. She@@novelbin@@


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