Flash Marriage He Made My Jaw Drop Chapter 3 " Vivienne , did you get a fake certificate to fool me ? " Mrs. Quinn read and reread the paper , unconvinced that this was really authentic . Vivienne pointed to the stamp . " Mom , it came straight from City Hall . It's not fake . " " Well , where is my son - in - law then ? Why hasn't he come to see me ?" Mrs. Quinn peered out the door and added , " I only asked you to go on the date and spend time with him . What's all this for ? Did you even get to know him ? " " I thought you asked all about him . He works for Skyreach , which is a good job … he's about thirty , and he's good - looking … " Vivienne thought back on the details of her brief time with Damien . " He seems gentle enough . His parents died and he has no other immediate family members , so … " It was nice to not have to worry about a mother - in - law and sister- in - law , right ? Mrs. Quinn let the news digest slowly . Even as she looked down at the marriage certificate , she wasn't sure she'd made the right choice by forcing her daughter to get married . She didn't understand that Vivienne had only rushed into this marriage to please her . She had cancer , but she'd kept that from Vivienne all this time . After her last relationship had fallen through , Vivienne had refused to go out with another man . Mrs. Quinn was worried that , when she died one day , Vivienne would be alone and have no one to take care of her , no one to help or hold her when things went wrong . That was why she'd been forcing her to go on blind dates , to find a reliable man to settle down and start a family with . Now that it was settled , though , it was useless to say anything else . " Vivienne , ask my son - in - law to come meet me here . " Mrs. Quinn sat down heavily . " I know you did this on your own , but he should still measure up to a mother's standards . " " Okay , I'll ask him tomorrow if he can come have dinner here , " Vivienne said . " Mom , I have to go out to the stall now . It's hot outside and you don't look too good , so stay home and rest . " She repeated her instructions a few times more before packing her things and heading out . She'd set up a stall at the Eastern Night Market to sell handmade jewelry , small pieces that she'd made herself . Her stall was a second - hand van she'd bought , and she set up regularly at 5 o'clock every day and closed at 11 o'clock sharp . When business was good , she would bring in about four thousand dollars a month . In Washington D.C. , where every inch of land was worth like gold , this was more than enough for her to survive on . Vivienne had studied jewelry design , but after an incident a few years ago , no jewelry company was willing to hire her now . So she ' d simply started her own business . When she set up her stall for the night , the market was already bustling . She took a second to send Damien a text message . My mother wants to meet you . Are you free to have dinner tomorrow ? It went through , but there was no response . Business picked up shortly after , and Vivienne forgot all about it . Tonight was a good night for business . She sold over three hundred dollars worth of jewelry and closed the stall at 11 , as usual . She was sitting in the back of the van counting the day's earnings when her phone buzzed . I'm sorry , I'm going to NY for business . I'll be back in a few days , and we can do dinner theh . Traveling for business was common in company work , Vivienne knew . Okay , she texted back . She packed up and returned home . Nothing in her life had changed , except for her being officially married now . Vivienne was extra busy over the next few days , going out early and coming home late , and she all but forgot that she had a husband . One night , she didn't close the stall down until midnight , and it had started to rain . When she got out , she realized the car had broken down in front of her house . She would just repair it herself , she decided , climbing out with an umbrella to take a look . It wasn't the first time the van had had issues , and there were no major problems as far as she could tell . There were , however , several minor issues . She couldn't afford to buy a new car , or even another used car , since that would cost over half a year's income for her . She would have to repair it and keep driving it . After a preliminary inspection , Vivienne figured that she'd have to send it to the shop again . She was disappointed to realize that it would cost a couple hundred dollars . She wasn't far from her apartment , but the rain was getting heavier , and it was late at night . She left the car on the side of the road and opened the trunk , shielding her things with the umbrella . Vivienne would have to move all the unsold jewelry back since some still needed to be processed , and some were from customers that had given her their pieces for repair . She'd have to put it all back in her house tonight . The wind was strong , and holding an umbrella and a big box at the same time proved difficult . The rain had soaked her through already , and she knew she probably made an embarrassing sight . Not far away , Damien watched this scene play out from inside his Rolls Royce , unbeknownst to her . He had just come back from New York . Vivienne looked thin , about to be blown away by the wind and rain , but she stood firm even as Damien wondered if she'd be overwhelmed by the weather . The wind did , though , take her umbrella , and she looked soaked all over . Still , she shielded her belongings with her body , keeping her head down as she headed toward the apartment building . Touched , Damien took an umbrella and nodded to his driver . " Go back to the old house . " Then he got out of the car and hurried to catch up with Vivienne .