Damien Vaughn enjoyed the gentle patting on his chest. Gazing at Cecelia Archer’s serene, sweet face, the gloom that had weighed on him for much of the day finally lifted completely.
He let out a soft sigh, closed his eyes, and nestled closer to Cecelia Archer. Soon, he too was asleep.
Cecelia Archer slept soundly and peacefully. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find herself alone in the bed.
She quickly got dressed, washed up, and hurried downstairs.
Damien Vaughn and Candy were laughing and playing in the garden by the entrance. A tea table had been set up under the eaves of the grand entrance, where the old master was sipping tea and breathing in the fresh morning air while watching the father and daughter play. It was a perfect picture of family happiness.
Cecelia Archer watched from inside for a moment before stepping out, feeling a bit shy.
Before she could even greet him, the old master looked at her as if she were the family’s greatest hero.
"Why didn’t you sleep in? What are you doing up so early? From now on, don’t worry about getting up early. You can wake up whenever you please. You’re our family’s great benefactor; I won’t say a word against it."
Cecelia Archer: "..."
Damien Vaughn was in a visibly good mood today; he looked particularly dashing in his white shirt.
Halfway through breakfast, he said to Cecelia Archer, "You must be bored cooped up at home every day. I’m taking you somewhere tonight. This afternoon, I’ll have Zeke Walton bring over a gown and do your makeup."
"Grandpa, I’m sorry to trouble you again. We’ll be back rather late tonight, so we’ll have to leave Candy in your care."
’As long as the two of them are happy and in love, nothing else matters.’
The old master scooped up a spoonful of soup and held it out to Candy.
"Did you hear that? It’s just you and Great-Grandpa tonight, we’ll have to rely on each other. Can you be on your best behavior?"
Candy was very supportive of her mom going out. Seeing her happy with Dad made Candy happier than anything.
"Yes!"
"Will you support Great-Grandpa in his work?"
"Yes!"
"And will we be good partners?"
"Yes!"
"Then let’s have a toast."
"Cheers."
The exchange made Cecelia Archer chuckle out loud.
The place Damien Vaughn was taking her was a charity gala. It was hosted annually by Mr. Thorne, the president of the Veridia City Red Cross Association, to raise donations from Veridia’s various corporations. The funds were used to support the education and medical care of children from impoverished areas and orphanages in Veridia.
The Vaughn Group donated a large sum every year and was always a guest of honor. However, Damien Vaughn had always found the event boring and never attended. He was clearly going to great lengths for Cecelia Archer this year.
That afternoon, Zeke Walton arrived at the house with a gown and a makeup kit.
To be blunt, these kinds of galas were just another way for corporate leaders to network and exchange business information—work in a different venue. Zeke Walton found them boring and hadn’t planned on going.
But his interest was piqued when he heard Damien Vaughn and Cecelia Archer would be attending.
He was in the middle of doing Cecelia’s makeup and joking with her when Simone Vaughn, having caught wind of his arrival, came running over.
"Zeke! The maid said she saw you arrive, and I thought she must have been mistaken. I can’t believe it’s really you!"
"You’re so biased! We’ve known each other for so long, but I’ve never once worn a gown you’ve designed or had you do my makeup personally. This is the second time you’ve done this for my sister-in-law, isn’t it? I don’t care! I want you to do it for me too!"
Zeke Walton rolled his eyes at her. "Your older brother paid good money for this gown, and he’s paying for the makeup and styling, too. Your sister-in-law is my client right now. You want to compare yourself to her? Fine by me. As long as you’re willing to pay, I’ll do your makeup every single day."
Simone Vaughn was indignant. "...How can you compare our relationship to hers?"
"What relationship?" Zeke Walton gave her a ’stay away from me’ look. "Are you my sister? Are we married? Even blood brothers need to keep their finances separate, you know."
Crucially, a trim of soft, pink feathers ran along the neckline. This innocent detail tempered the gown’s inherent sexiness.
Voluptuous yet elegant and pure, and paired with her wavy hair and a glittering tiara, she looked just like the beautiful Mermaid Princess.
’Look at her gown... and then look at my blue spaghetti-strap bodycon dress. It looks so cheap, like something bought off a rack.’
Simone Vaughn had never felt her confidence so utterly crushed. For a split second, she felt a real urge to rush forward and kill Cecelia Archer.
’All of this should have been hers. The man should have been hers. By what right did Cecelia Archer have it all?!’
’Losing to some heiress with a comparable family background would have been one thing. But to lose to a woman like *her*... Hmph!’
Cecelia Archer was having trouble walking in her high heels, so Zeke Walton thoughtfully took her hand to help her into the car.
Their backs were to Simone Vaughn. Just as Cecelia Archer lifted a foot, Simone stepped firmly onto the hem of her gown.
"Ah!"
A sudden coolness spread across her chest as she was nearly exposed. Cecelia Archer quickly threw her hands up to cover herself.
Simone Vaughn hopped off the gown, an innocent expression plastered on her face.
"Oh, I’m so sorry, Sister-in-law! The gown is so long, I accidentally stepped on it. Are you alright?"
Cecelia Archer adjusted her dress, then turned to Zeke Walton, still shaken.
"See? I told you I’m not used to these kinds of clothes. I feel so exposed. Zeke, is there really no other option? What if someone steps on it again..."
Zeke Walton had almost gotten an eyeful during her near-wardrobe malfunction, and he felt a bit guilty.
"It’s too late now, where would I find another gown for you? You’ll have to make do. Don’t worry, you’ve definitely got the figure to keep it up. If you’re really worried, I’ll find a needle at the venue and put a couple of stitches in it. I promise you won’t have any mishaps, okay?"
Cecelia Archer had no other choice. "You promise, then. Don’t forget to stitch it up later."

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