The Million-Dollar Heart

Percival stepped out of the office, the tension in his eyes replaced with an unmistakable gleam of joy.

Seeing Mr. Wolf in high spirits, Vivienne couldn't help but smile too.

Finally, no more dreadful doctor's visits.

Arriving home, Percival noticed an elegantly wrapped box outside. He first thought it was a delivery from Cecilia, but on closer inspection, it didn't seem like her style. Vivienne remembered what Leopold had mentioned on the phone right before Mr. Wolf opened it, "It's from Leopold."

Without giving it much thought, Percival brought the box inside, and neither of them dwelled on it much further.

The next morning, as Vivienne remembered they were to attend an engagement party, she opened Leopold's box and grimaced sharply.

Classic Leopold.

Expecting her to wear this dress in public was practically an invitation for everyone to burst into laughter.

By then, Percival was already dressed to the nines in a sleek black suit, looking exceptionally dashing. Noticing Vivienne frozen in place, he followed her gaze.

To his surprise, it was a bright red dress with a distinctively vintage Western flair!

It wasn't that it was ugly, but rather spectacularly so.

He glanced at Vivienne, his brows knitting together, "Leopold's doing?"

Vivienne just nodded, at a loss for words.

Who else but Leopold could have such an enigmatic taste in fashion?

Percival pulled out his phone, "I'll have Thomas bring over a different one."

"No need."

Vivienne grabbed a pair of scissors and took the dress to the bedroom.

She emerged a short while later, having transformed the dress. She had removed its excessive decorations, shortened its length to just above the knees, and altered it to sleeveless. The only traditional element she kept was its high neckline, but even that she had simplified.

With Vivienne's model-like figure, the red dress now looked absolutely stunning on her.

Percival was momentarily speechless.

to radiate an indescribable allure that

eyes-and a hint of restrained desire-Vivienne approached him, her hand trailing from his suit jacket down to his tie, pulling him close.

eyes as he wrapped his arms around her lower back to steady her,

a chance to react, Percival leaned in for

of their connection made it

his head, trying to catch his breath, while Vivienne looked back

Mr. Wolf who

the doctor had advised

Rivenwood had been entirely booked for

in marriage, drawing the elite of Rivenwood

the hour, Leopold, greeted them at the door in a pristine white suit, his grin

Vivienne and Percival approach, he hurried over to open their car door,

words, but ultimately, she simply nodded. If it weren't for Leopold's big

the car, chuckling, "Congratulations on your catch, moving around

a bit, "All healed

sparkled, "Vivienne, I told you my taste was impeccable. Griffin doubted me, but I'll have to show her later."

today, she would let it go for Griffin's

the hall, they

immediately surrounded by several

the couple's wedding. Percival deftly

wasn't hard to

the show, her mentor was sitting right at the most prominent

suit that contrasted with his white hair, made for

blink in surprise. Her mentor really went all out

the

finger on it, she overheard Old-FDawson teasing, "No

choked laughter and coughing, everyone carefully

self-conscious about the outfit's loudness, felt even

suit, he wouldn't have been caught dead in it. But that was

see you're looking for a

exactly do you see the resemblance?" Finnian retorted,

silent, nobody daring to answer. Sometimes, it was wiser to agree with the master, especially when