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?"

call me if you need. Of all my students, Leopold is the most guileless-naive, to put it bluntly. If he ever gives you trouble, don't hold back. A good scolding or a visit from Vivienne and me will set him straight, ensuring he treats you with the respect

nodded in agreement,

joined

numbers in Leopold's phone. Any issues, just reach out. If Leopold dares to cross you, he'll have us to answer to,"

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

swallowed hard, silently thanking them for assigning him

for the first time, understanding why Leopold was the way he was. Percival, going

was much harsher

a wedding, not a mission to

remembered he was

use for the tissues, not for

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

that, she downed her glass of

couldn't stop her in time,

spirits, not something one should

except for Vivienne and Percival,

glares turned toward

and was so

drinking continued, Leopold was soon too drunk to

their own drinks and conversations. Percival,

offering him some of her favorites, "Mr.

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

called away, leaving Leopold regretting not finishing his

he managed, a testament to the strong bonds