The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 516

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.

In the makeup room, Gillian and Mara were pounding on the door and screaming for help, but it would not budge.

"Is anyone there? We're stuck. The door won't open—help us!"

Five minutes earlier, they had been preparing to make their entrance when they discovered the door was jammed, and to their dismay, their phones had no signal.

Outside, Thomas casually tossed the key into the trash, content to remain behind the scenes.

When Theodore and Hayden arrived, they scrambled to find a staff member to locate a spare key, only to discover the hotel had none to offer. They had no choice but to break down the door.

On stage, with the lights fully bright, Vivienne and Percival stood hand in hand before everyone.

"Thank you all for joining Vivienne and me on our special day," Percival announced with his usual composure.

With a dark glint in her eye, Wendy proclaimed, "The Boyd family will never accept such a daughter-in-law!"

As she spoke, the big screen lit up and sent the crowd into an uproar.

The footage was scandalous!

Many in the audience looked on with scorn.

"Even for a high-society lady, this is too much!"

"Our modest family would not accept this behavior, let alone the Boyds."