The Million-Dollar Heart

After the photo shoot, Vivienne was left speechless.

Out of the dozen people, she and her mentor, Dawson, stuck out like sore thumbs.

And of course, they had been placed right in the middle.

Like two overly festive "clowns" in a sea of subtlety.

The rest of the group, however, lit up at the sight of the photo, eagerly asking for copies.

Dawson, ever the eccentric, and Vivienne, not much for frivolities, made this gathering a first for their group, Emerald Mountain. This photo was, in a way, their "family portrait." Dawson glanced at the photo now set as his screensaver, nodding in approval, "Leopold, well done, lad. Much appreciated!"

"I'll have to get this printed and hung by my bed. Leopold, you've outdone yourself this time."

Leopold beamed with pride.

Seeing the leftover tear streaks on Leopold's face from the ceremony, Griffin's heart softened. She passed him a tissue under the table, "Here, wipe it off before the others start teasing." Finnian, overhearing, let out a hearty laugh, "Oh, come on, we all know Leopold's strengths. Nothing we haven't seen before."

Leopold's cheeks flushed, "Master, could you not bring up my past blunders today, especially not in front of Griffin!"

Finnian laughed even harder, "Alright, alright."

A student grows, and pride must be preserved.

But as a mentor, Finnian felt certain responsibilities, especially with Leopold being the first among them to get married. He had to share some wisdom.

"Leopold's partner..."

Griffin straightened up, ready to listen, "Yes, Master?"

bluntly. If he ever gives you trouble, don't hold back. A good scolding or a visit from Vivienne and me will

in agreement, solidifying her

joined in

Leopold's phone. Any issues, just reach out. If Leopold dares to cross you, he'll

a gentleman at heart and a helper at home. If Leopold ever slacks off,

swallowed hard, silently thanking them for assigning him

for the first time, understanding why Leopold was the way he was. Percival, going a step further while serving Vivienne some food, casually mentioned, "Step out of line, and it's

much

a wedding, not a mission

remembered he was the vulnerable

a new use for the tissues, not for

table, she said, "Thank you, Master, Vivienne, and all my brothers-in-law. You might have heard of me; I'm straightforward. I genuinely love Leopold,

downed her glass of

couldn't stop her in

not something one should simply

table, except for Vivienne and

glares

that pursued him for twenty years and was so understanding? Leopold

was soon too drunk to hold

by loved ones, a happiness worth savoring. The others, seeing Leopold's state, eased off, focusing on their own drinks and conversations. Percival, ever attentive to Vivienne,

him some of her favorites, "Mr. Wolf, your

you," Percival replied, accepting the food directly from her hand, sharing a tender moment amidst the oblivious

Leopold and Griffin were eventually called away,

support, he managed, a testament to the