The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival stepped out of the office, the tension in his eyes replaced with an unmistakable gleam of joy.

Seeing Mr. Wolf in high spirits, Vivienne couldn't help but smile too.

Finally, no more dreadful doctor's visits.

Arriving home, Percival noticed an elegantly wrapped box outside. He first thought it was a delivery from Cecilia, but on closer inspection, it didn't seem like her style. Vivienne remembered what Leopold had mentioned on the phone right before Mr. Wolf opened it, "It's from Leopold."

Without giving it much thought, Percival brought the box inside, and neither of them dwelled on it much further.

The next morning, as Vivienne remembered they were to attend an engagement party, she opened Leopold's box and grimaced sharply.

Classic Leopold.

Expecting her to wear this dress in public was practically an invitation for everyone to burst into laughter.

By then, Percival was already dressed to the nines in a sleek black suit, looking exceptionally dashing. Noticing Vivienne frozen in place, he followed her gaze.

To his surprise, it was a bright red dress with a distinctively vintage Western flair!

It wasn't that it was ugly, but rather spectacularly so.

He glanced at Vivienne, his brows knitting together, "Leopold's doing?"

Vivienne just nodded, at a loss for words.

Who else but Leopold could have such an enigmatic taste in fashion?

Percival pulled out his phone, "I'll have Thomas bring over a different one."

"No need."

Vivienne grabbed a pair of scissors and took the dress to the bedroom.

She emerged a short while later, having transformed the dress. She had removed its excessive decorations, shortened its length to just above the knees, and altered it to sleeveless. The only traditional element she kept was its high neckline, but even that she had simplified.

With Vivienne's model-like figure, the red dress now looked absolutely stunning on her.

Percival was momentarily speechless.

radiate an indescribable allure that was utterly

trailing from his suit jacket down to his tie, pulling him close. Her

a flicker in Percival's eyes as he wrapped his arms around her lower back to steady her,

giving Vivienne a chance to react, Percival leaned in for a kiss,

their connection made it

looked back at him, her eyes hazy with longing and

wasn't just Mr. Wolf who was struggling to hold

current condition, the doctor had advised waiting another

grandest hotel in Rivenwood had been entirely booked for

in marriage, drawing

hour, Leopold, greeted them at

approach, he hurried over to open their car door, "Vivienne,

she simply nodded. If it weren't for Leopold's big day, she

the car, chuckling,

around a bit,

you my taste was impeccable. Griffin doubted

would let it go for

the hall, they

immediately surrounded by several

they had missed the couple's wedding. Percival deftly handled the crowd,

wasn't hard to

show, her mentor was sitting

bright red suit that contrasted with his white hair, made for a striking

but blink in surprise. Her mentor really

the

it, she overheard Old-FDawson teasing, "No offense, Master, but you kinda

and coughing, everyone carefully avoiding

outfit's loudness, felt even more

that came with the suit, he wouldn't have been caught dead in it. But that

you're looking for

Tell me where exactly do you see the resemblance?" Finnian retorted, barely

silent, nobody daring to answer. Sometimes, it was wiser to agree with the master, especially when

be tough to

in

suddenly silent atmosphere, a cool voice spoke up, "It does look

played a crucial role. If not a