Vivienne's cheeks were flushed, yet she didn't seem inclined to pull away.

Just as their hands were about to touch, a ringtone broke the moment.

Percival was visibly annoyed. "Who is it now?"

Vivienne picked up her phone, showing him the caller ID, "It's my dad."

Percival just sighed.

As soon as the call was connected, Arthur's voice came through, trying to sound cheerful. "Honey, don't forget we have a family dinner tonight. Make sure you're here."

Vivienne acknowledged with a hum, ready to end the call, but then heard Arthur add, "Wait, don't hang up..."

"What is it now?"

Arthur sounded like he was wrestling with his conscience. "Your granddad asked if, um, your friend could also come."

Percival raised an eyebrow. Friend? Was that his title now?

Arthur continued, sounding slightly bitter, "Just letting you know, it was your grandfather's idea, not mine. I never agreed to let him set foot in this house." Vivienne pinched the bridge of her nose, "We're already married, dad. Your approval isn't exactly crucial now."

Arthur was caught off guard.

He couldn't let his daughter get swept away over a guy, but he caved in a second, "I was just pulling your leg. He can come if he wants. I won't stop him." "And honey, what do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll cook..."

Vivienne hung up before he could finish.

She wasn't ready to let the dread of tomorrow's menu overshadow her day, not when the stress of it felt more daunting than undergoing surgery ten times over. Holding hands, they headed towards the car.

about the evening's plans, Vivienne asked, "Mr. Wolf, are

"Absolutely!"

my first official visit as part of the family. I'll need to bring a few gifts, aside from dressing up for the occasion." Vivienne couldn't help but laugh, "You've met them before. Why do you sound like a nervous bride meeting her

dad to think well of me, to officially give us

"He wouldn't dare object!"

Vivienne was confident.

of mischief, "Then I'll use this

way, Vivienne called her friend Matthew to dig into

filled Percival in, so he'd

him to keep an eye on local matters, preparing

at the Linklater residence on

Sasha were in the living

them warmly,

her

to Arthur, saying, "Father-in-law,"

me 'master' after

was about to say "Mom" when Arthur, looking utterly scandalized, shouted, "Don't you dare

him; as long as there wasn't a wedding, his precious daughter was still

of his beloved daughter, whom he had

protests, coolly took a seat. "He's not calling you anything different. What's it

a loss

he felt wronged and upset. "It's not okay... You've just recognized us, and now, some random guy is taking you

he was ever going to be anything

soon. He can't get over it." Percival understood, but

want to

their marriage, Arthur had been either clinging to her mom or experimenting with his culinary disasters in the kitchen, treating the rekindling of

from a war hero to a domestic chef was a narrative

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