Chapter 44 The window on the passenger's side lowered as soon as she knocked . Larissa bent down to look inside . Unexpectedly , her gaze was met with a pair of dark . eyes . " Mr. Rogers ? " She looked at the man in the driver's seat , surprise filling her voice . " Where's Dylan? " Kevan retracted his gaze and looked straight ahead , leaving nothing but a cold profile in her direction . " Something came up suddenly and he wanted me to pick you up . " His reply was concise and to the point . " Oh . " Larissa nodded . Then , she was faced with a difficult decision . She didn't know where exactly she should sit . If she sat in the passenger's seat, Kevan's imposing presence might be too much for her to handle . On the other hand , if she sat at the back , she couldn't help but feel as if she would be treating Kevan as her chauffeur . She was afraid she would end up offending him . " What are you waiting for ? " Kevan turned to her and narrowed his eyes impatiently . " Do you not want to go anymore ? " " No ! Of course not ! " She decided to stop overthinking and pulled the door on the passenger's side open . Fortunately , Kevan did not say anything . Before , when Dylan was around , the atmosphere in the car would still be somewhat lively . Now that it was just the two of them , the air felt unusually charged , the silence surrounding them thick and heavy . About half an hour later , the car stopped in front of a three - storey building in Roseville . " We're here . " Kevan unfastened his seat belt . Roseville was filled with quaint , historical buildings . Because of its unique architecture , it was very popular among young artists . A lot of people visited the area for their wedding photos , and it'd even been featured as a backdrop in numerous fashion magazines in the past . In the past few years , more and more photography and styling studios had been established on this particular street . The studio Kevan was bringing her to was one named " V. Style " . Larissa had read about the studio online before . It was a well - known studio founded by the renowned stylist , Vivian Watts , and it specifically catered to acclaimed stars . Never in her life did she imagine she would ever find herself here to receive the same treatment given to prominent , celebrities worldwide . The studio had a reception hall for its guests on the first floor . Its interior was bright and ornately decorated . " Do you have an appointment ? " a stylish , young woman greeted them and asked with a smile . Kevan gave her Dylan's name . The smile on her face widened . " So , it's Mr. Shields ! This way , please ! " They ascended the spiraling staircase directly to the third floor . " Vivian is waiting for you inside . " The woman gestured to the door . Larissa followed Kevan into the room , observing her surroundings as she walked . The entire third floor was connected , with no partitions in between . It did not feel empty , however . Rows of clothing were arranged in a messy but orderly fashion according to the year and season of their release . At the heart of the room , a warm yellow screen stood . In front of the screen was a couch , which a woman currently occupied . Upon hearing their footsteps , she put down the tablet she held and stood . " Mr. Shields , I'm the founder and manager of V. Style , Vivi- " She stopped mid- sentence , staring at Kevan unblinkingly , a startled expression on her face . After a long pause , she regained her composure and continued . " Vivian Watts . You can call me Vivian . " Kevan did not bother to correct her even though she'd mistaken him for Dylan . He nodded at Larissa , who was standing by his side , and said , " Style a simple and elegant outfit for her . It doesn't have to be too pretty . " His request left both Larissa and Vivian stunned .