The Million-Dollar Heart

An hour had passed before Mara finally stirred, a ghostly pallor on her face. Her voice was a weak whisper, barely there.

She had never felt so terrible in her life-it was like being on death's doorstep!

That Gillian had actually given her a bottle of sleeping pills, and here she had thought they were vitamins.

If only she had known, she would not have taken a single one!

"Mara, you're awake." Cecilia's voice carried a mixture of relief and worry, as if a great weight had been lifted from her heart upon seeing Mara's eyes open.

To underscore her feebleness, Mara coughed deliberately, a decision she instantly regretted as her stomach convulsed painfully.

"Auntie, what happened to me?" Mara's eyes brimmed with tears, but her pain was genuine.

Cecilia sat by the hospital bed, wiping away the tears streaking Mara's face. "Oh, you silly girl. Do you have any idea how close you came to never seeing me again?" Mara feigned shock, glancing down at her wrist as if seeing it anew, a look of realization crossing her face. "I... I'm sorry, Auntie. I just wasn't thinking straight."

"You really..." Cecilia held Mara's hand, her heart full of unsaid words.

Across the room, Percival sat brooding on the couch, his eyes stormy as the horizon's edge.

Vivienne, on the other hand, watched the scene with a certain amusement.

Such a promising talent, indeed.

Mara seemed to be cut from the same cloth as Gillian had been.

If she were to be signed and groomed properly, she might even outshine Kala!

Kala: Impossible, utterly impossible!

in her

Percival. "Percival, why don't you take Isolde back home? Everything's under control here. I'll

through Percival's, her smile

was such that even she would have been

driven-Vivienne was all about making

her true love, Mr. Wolf

appealing than a

to her. Since that was

yanked out her IV and stumbled to her feet, only to collapse

me, and I never meant for things to go so far. I was awful, please don't be angry with me anymore? I admit

Isolde was too young to understand, at least Cecilia would rush to stop her. After

one came

loud but managed to

her head, her eyes

tone. "What are you doing? I never

barely suppressed mirth. He smiled,

Mara, don't pull this act again. Admitting your mistake is

snorted from

of elementary school was too much for Mara's

right. Get up, what's

else could I do to apologize?" Mara screamed silently. Reluctantly, she climbed back onto her feet, and whether by design or not, she

move to her side, helping Mara back into bed. "You need to