The Million-Dollar Heart

Arthur's face was alight with unbridled joy and triumphant pride as he swept Karen off her feet, spinning her around in a celebratory swirl. Karen, far from shy, boldly wrapped her arms around Arthur's neck and planted a big kiss on his cheek, showing none of the reserve you might expect from someone in their forties. They were as smitten as any pair of young lovers.

"Take it easy, love. This is just the start. Wait until I win this shining and bright, and she'll be crying out, begging to call me Mrs. Linklater!" Karen declared with fiery confidence, playfully lifting Arthur's chin. Arthur, blushing yet bold, managed to shout out, "Babe, you're amazing! Absolutely smashing!"

Percival captured every moment live, his face beaming with amusement as he glanced over at Vivienne. Vivienne merely glanced their way before quickly looking away. She supported Karen and Arthur's union, but that didn't mean she wanted to watch their public displays of affection.

The live chat exploded with comments.

"OMG, I can't handle this cuteness!"

"Love in the twilight years, and Arthur's just a big softie!"

"Hearts, hearts, hearts!"

Alyssa's nails dug into her palms, green with envy at their affection, seething with jealousy. Kate shot Karen a glare, comforting Alyssa, "Don't let it get to you, Alyssa. The competition's hardly begun. We haven't even gotten to the literature and art challenges. She won't be gloating for long."

"I suspect she cheated with that piano performance. Probably had the instrument rigged."

Alyssa's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Exactly, Yorick must have given her a grand piano to save the Linklater family from embarrassment. That's the only reason she could've beaten me."

The next challenge was Go. Karen and Alyssa sat opposite each other at the Go board, Karen with the black stones, Alyssa with the white.

ease. Alyssa countered, but with each move, her frustration grew. Karen captured

playing? I'm a Go master!" Alyssa

you're already upset?" Karen teased,

red with rage. "You're lying! There's no way

stormed off, Karen called out nonchalantly,

was stunned.

say you're a 10-dan like it's supposed to impress us? Think you can fool

yet, you lost to me," Karen quipped, barely

wild

traditional calligraphy tools for Karen and Alyssa. They each had half an hour to complete their

to emulate. Karen, poised and graceful, finished her piece in mere minutes, her brush strokes

a renowned calligraphy master, approached to judge their work. He praised Alyssa's effort but

your piece? I'd pay handsomely," a guest offered, impressed by Alyssa's skill but clearly more taken with the mastery

to

disappointment with grace, offered

piece as a gift,

it was clear, even amidst the

by Karen, his brows furrowed deeply, his face twisted in a knot