In the dimly lit grand hall, a woman in a strapless white gown slowly rose from her seat. With her head half-bowed, she took deliberate steps toward the stage where a single spotlight shone, leaving the rest of the space shrouded in semi-darkness.

The guests could hardly make out the identity of the woman ascending the stage. Clad in the white gown, they mistook her for Gillian.

The Boyd family and Patrick sighed in relief, thinking Gillian was adding a dramatic flair to her entrance.

Only when the lights softly illuminated her like a thin veil could the crowd finally see her face clearly.

It was Vivienne!

The unexpected twist nearly sent Wendy tumbling out of her wheelchair.

What was happening?

Had they not stationed someone at the door to keep Vivienne out? How did she get in?

On stage, Percival took out a necklace he had purchased just that afternoon and placed it around Vivienne’s neck.

As soon as the necklace settled, Vivienne’s gown transformed like fireworks, shifting its style entirely in the blink of an eye. The pure white turned into a green reminiscent of rainforest.

The emerald dress made Vivienne look even more dignified and radiant, her usual delicate appearance now infused with a hint of resolve. Yet, in the face of Percival, her tenderness remained undiminished.

To the audience’s amazement, the massive screen on stage now displayed a slideshow of Percival and Vivienne’s photos—candid moments captured by Zelda and shared with Vivienne, each displaying their flawless visages.

Holding the microphone with one hand and cradling Vivienne’s face with the other, Percival asked with an uncharacteristically gentle voice, “Vivienne, will you marry me?”

Vivienne returned his gaze with equal intensity, her lips curving into a smile as she answered, “Yes.”

It was undoubtedly a more joyful engagement party than the last one, and they had Wendy to thank for her unintentional sponsorship.

Meanwhile, Wendy was seething on stage, pushing Theodore and Hayden forward. “What are you waiting for? Go find Gillian. Where on earth is she?”

At her command, Patrick refrained from questioning; he was too preoccupied. Because Vivienne bore an uncanny resemblance to his boss.

Gillian and Mara were pounding on the door and screaming for help, but it would not

stuck. The door

earlier, they had been preparing to make their entrance when they discovered the door was jammed,

the trash, content to remain

scrambled to find a staff member to locate a spare key, only to discover the hotel had none to offer. They had no choice

lights fully bright, Vivienne and Percival stood hand in hand

Vivienne and me on our special day,” Percival

Wendy proclaimed, “The Boyd family will never accept such

she spoke, the big screen lit up

The footage was scandalous!

in the audience looked on with

high-society lady, this is too

not accept

is outrageous to be seen playing

tried to humiliate the

to watch the screen with significant

time,”

froze and looked at

had prepared, it was Gillian playing a game of

face turned ashen. He glared at Wendy and said, “The Boyd

had just hurriedly escaped the makeup room, tripped over her gown and

to her feet, only to see the video of her playing games

private

did it end

grace and beauty in high society, a model

was shocked to discover Gillian’s

glanced at Gillian and said dryly, “Miss Ashford, your boyfriends seem to be

sure enough, the men from the video were among

only liked me? Who are these men in the video,

were sweet-talking me on the phone, accepting my gifts, promising me

felt sick and hit the hay early last

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