The Million-Dollar Heart

Percival couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Vivienne perform. It was like witnessing a car crash in slow motion-you want to look away, but you just can't.

Especially when she started singing. It was like a mix between a cat in distress and nails on a chalkboard. Who would have thought this bright young thing had the vocal charm of a banshee on a bad day? Nearly sent the whole room running for the hills!

And her dance moves? Straight out of a B-grade horror flick. Where on earth did she pick up those moves?

"Here we go round the mulberry bush, I'll pop your head off with a single push..."

"I love taking baths, watch the turtle crash, oh oh oh..."

Vivienne was belting out tunes with the confidence of a rock star, going strong until 4 AM.

Thank the stars the Perez household didn't have neighbors close by, or the cops would have been called for sure!

Finally, she concluded her one-woman show with a grand finale, "I'm a girl, cute as a pearl..." and then, out like a light. Percival heaved a sigh of relief. If she hadn't passed out, he was sure he'd be the next to go down.

Imagine, face painted like a carnival attraction, nursing a broken arm, and enduring Vivienne's howls. What a night!

Once Vivienne was safely carted off to bed, the servants locked her in tight on Jasper's orders. "Make sure she doesn't escape," he instructed, still shaken from the night's events.

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