The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percy, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, guided Vivienne to a quaint little boutique, where a display of fluffy, bunny-eared headbands caught their attention. The pure white, velvet headband, with its cute upright ears, looked like something out of a fairy tale, designed to charm and delight.

Grabbing one, Percy turned to Vivienne, his eyes glimmering with amusement.

Vivienne, however, was unimpressed. "Not my style," she said curtly, already moving to explore the rest of the shop.

Percy caught her wrist gently, his voice light and teasing, "I bet Isolde would adore this. I'll get it for her."

A flush crept up Vivienne's cheeks, her embarrassment palpable. "You're becoming quite the joker," she remarked, half-annoyed, half-amused.

Percy just ruffled her hair affectionately and steered her through the maze of the shop.

Next, he picked up a plush toy, covered in green fur and with an odd, yet endearing shape, and handed it to Vivienne.

"It's soft," she commented, holding it. Yet, the toy didn't pique her interest.

"Another gift for Isolde, then," Percy said as he tossed it into their basket, his tone still cheerful.

Vivienne looked puzzled. "Did you upset Isolde or something?"

Percy shook his head, laughing. "Nope. Just figured whatever doesn't catch your fancy might as well go to Isolde."

in the air, seemingly casual yet

confusion and a hint of jealousy, suggested, "Let's move on. This place isn't really for

depth. He sighed softly, his attempt to uncover another side of Vivienne seemingly thwarted once again. Leading the way, Vivienne's eyes scanned the mall for a boutique named "Promise," known for its exquisite selection of

second floor, she quickened

to the jewelry section?" he asked, wrapping

and bracelets," Vivienne replied smoothly, though her eyes were set on the

cheerful clerk greeted them. Both Vivienne and Percy browsed silently, their

heart, while she tapped her fingers lightly,

attention, its simplicity appealing to

gold pendant necklace, its charm adorned with three small golden beads that tinkled softly. "Let's try this one for Vivienne," he suggested to the clerk. Vivienne smiled at Percy,

to finalize the sale, leaving

by Vivienne's youthful appearance but remained professional, offering to showcase their diamond

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to commission a custom ring, leaving the employee momentarily speechless. Despite Promise being a niche brand with

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