The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Vivienne perform. It was like witnessing a car crash in slow motion-you want to look away, but you just can't.

Especially when she started singing. It was like a mix between a cat in distress and nails on a chalkboard. Who would have thought this bright young thing had the vocal charm of a banshee on a bad day? Nearly sent the whole room running for the hills!

And her dance moves? Straight out of a B-grade horror flick. Where on earth did she pick up those moves?

"Here we go round the mulberry bush, I'll pop your head off with a single push..."

"I love taking baths, watch the turtle crash, oh oh oh..."

Vivienne was belting out tunes with the confidence of a rock star, going strong until 4 AM.

Thank the stars the Perez household didn't have neighbors close by, or the cops would have been called for sure!

Finally, she concluded her one-woman show with a grand finale, "I'm a girl, cute as a pearl..." and then, out like a light. Percival heaved a sigh of relief. If she hadn't passed out, he was sure he'd be the next to go down.

Imagine, face painted like a carnival attraction, nursing a broken arm, and enduring Vivienne's howls. What a night!

Once Vivienne was safely carted off to bed, the servants locked her in tight on Jasper's orders. "Make sure she doesn't escape," he instructed, still shaken from the night's events.

hustled, eager to put an end to their misery. It wasn't just the Perez family that suffered tonight; they'd had their fair

didn't even bother washing up. They were too drained, retreating to

her. Who knew what she'd do next? He opted for the guest room, leaving Arthur to crash on the living room

to the chaos she'd caused. Waking up, she found

having a costume party?" she asked, puzzled by the bizarre artwork

visibly relieved when she confirmed her hangover-free

frustration, asked if she remembered anything from the

strawberry cheesecake on my face? Really?" Vivienne was bemused, only to

singing: Percival, Maddox, and the rest shared their trauma, hoping she'd

profusely. "I forgot I can't handle my liquor," she admitted, wishing she could sink into the

her first rodeo

mischief, but it was certainly one for the books. Next te'd

accidentally guzzled down Finnian's stash of moonshine, and boy, did things spiral out of control. Later, her fellow

made them undergo a high-intensity workout in the middle

doors

them of