The Million-Dollar Heart

In the dimly lit grand hall, a woman in a strapless white gown slowly rose from her seat. With her head half-bowed, she took deliberate steps toward the stage where a single spotlight shone, leaving the rest of the space shrouded in semi-darkness.

The guests could hardly make out the identity of the woman ascending the stage. Clad in the white gown, they mistook her for Gillian.

The Boyd family and Patrick sighed in relief, thinking Gillian was adding a dramatic flair to her entrance.

Only when the lights softly illuminated her like a thin veil could the crowd finally see her face clearly.

It was Vivienne!

The unexpected twist nearly sent Wendy tumbling out of her wheelchair.

What was happening?

Had they not stationed someone at the door to keep Vivienne out? How did she get in?

On stage, Percival took out a necklace he had purchased just that afternoon and placed it around Vivienne's neck.

As soon as the necklace settled, Vivienne's gown transformed like fireworks, shifting its style entirely in the blink of an eye. The pure white turned into a green reminiscent of rainforest.

The emerald dress made Vivienne look even more dignified and radiant, her usual delicate appearance now infused with a hint of resolve. Yet, in the face of Percival, her tenderness remained undiminished.

To the audience's amazement, the massive screen on stage now displayed a slideshow of Percival and Vivienne's photos-candid moments captured by Zelda and shared with Vivienne, each displaying their flawless visages.

Holding the microphone with one hand and cradling Vivienne's face with the other, Percival asked with an uncharacteristically gentle voice, "Vivienne, will you marry me?"

Vivienne returned his gaze with equal intensity, her lips curving into a smile as she answered, "Yes."

It was undoubtedly a more joyful engagement party than the last one, and they had Wendy to thank for her unintentional sponsorship.

and Hayden forward. "What are you waiting for? Go find Gillian. Where

Patrick refrained from questioning; he was too preoccupied. Because Vivienne bore an

room, Gillian and Mara were pounding on the door and screaming

We're stuck. The door

had been preparing to make their entrance when they discovered the door was jammed, and to their

casually tossed the key into the trash, content to

and Hayden arrived, they scrambled to find a staff member to locate a spare key, only to discover the hotel had none to offer. They had no choice but to break down the door. On stage, with the lights fully bright, Vivienne and Percival stood hand in

for joining Vivienne and me on our

proclaimed, "The Boyd family will never accept such a

big screen lit up and sent the crowd into an

The footage was scandalous!

the audience

high-society lady,

would not accept this behavior, let alone the

to be seen playing such a game

Percival and Vivienne, thinking they had tried

to watch

quite the time," Vivienne murmured,

looked

she had prepared, it was Gillian playing a game of passing paper slips with her mouth in a bar,

ashen. He glared at Wendy and said, "The Boyd family sure knows

escaped the makeup room, tripped over her gown and fell onto

video of her playing games with her admirers. She nearly

it end