66. "Grand Preparation and Embrace of Hearts: Uniting Souls in Harmony"

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"Very well, Master," Simran replied with a beaming smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. The words of her Master, resounded in her ears like a sweet melody. "Leave the matter of dressing Mistress to me, and I shall ensure she is adorned in the most exquisite dress befitting this grand occasion."

Simran's heart danced with joy at the thought of the upcoming ceremony.

She had learned from her grandfather, that Master Sterling and Mistress Vivienne's union had previously been bound only by a contractual marriage, devoid of the enchantment and splendor of a wedding ceremony.

However, the news that her Master Starling had resolved to rectify this, to honor his beloved Vivienne with a celebration of their love, filled her with an indescribable happiness.

Moreover, Simran felt that the incident Mistress Vivienne had experienced together with Master Sterling, had deepened their bond, solidifying their connection as husband and wife.

It was as if the trials they had faced had acted as a catalyst, allowing their relationship to blossom into something truly beautiful and genuine.

"Hmmn, yes, I entrust this matter to you, Simran," Lucien spoke with utmost confidence, his voice carrying a sense of assurance. As he considered another pressing matter, he turned his attention back to Simran.

"Additionally, seek out your grandfather and inform him to extend invitations only to those who hold a close relationship with us. We shall keep this ceremony an intimate affair, excluding any outsiders," he instructed, his words punctuated by a warm smile.

Simran nodded respectfully, her commitment unwavering. "Very well, Master. I shall first inform my grandfather and then seek out Mistress," she replied earnestly, her voice laced with determination.

With a graceful bow, Simran took her leave, eager to attend to the matters at hand.

Lucien's mind brimmed with a newfound sense of relief as he murmured to himself, "Well, now that's taken care of, it's high time I indulge in something truly delightful!" His footsteps echoed through the corridor as he made his way toward the sanctuary of his room, anticipation shimmering in his eyes.

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Three days had slipped by since the fateful incident that had left his head injured, a tumultuous period that had been transformed by the advanced treatments administered by the esteemed Nexus General Hospital.

Lucien's resilience, coupled with the expertise of the medical professionals, had led to a remarkable recovery. Though remnants of the ordeal still lingered, they were now distant echoes in the symphony of his rejuvenation.

Meanwhile, in the realm of emotions, Vivienne had traversed a labyrinth of jumbled thoughts, seeking clarity amidst the chaos.

Like a fragile butterfly emerging from its chrysalis, she had finally untangled the threads of her heart.

Determination etched upon her visage, she had arrived at a resolute decision: to embrace Lucien as her husband and embark on a journey of togetherness, their souls interwoven like the finest tapestry.

With conviction in her voice, Vivienne spoke aloud, as if to solidify her decision. "I choose love. I choose Lucien," she proclaimed, the weight of her words lifting a burden from her soul.

A tender smile graced Vivienne's lips, radiating warmth and acceptance as she delved into the depths of her memories. "I am still not sure why I accepted that proposal at that time, perhaps it was my desperate yearning for success or maybe... something more," she murmured softly.

The day she first met him flooded her thoughts, and she marveled at how a single encounter could unleash such a whirlwind of emotions within her.

She had never anticipated the profound impact he would have on her life.

Even her parents had come to apologize to her, a remarkable turn of events that she owed entirely to her fateful meeting with Lucien.

His unwavering support had propelled her forward, transforming her company into the rising star of Novus City.

"Whatever it was, I am now grateful that I accepted that proposal," Vivienne whispered, her voice tinged with contentment. The path she had chosen had led her to this moment of triumph.

She felt a deep sense of fulfillment, a success that would have been unattainable without Lucien's steadfast belief in her.

In the face of relentless opposition from her own family, Vivienne recognized that without Lucien, she would have lost everything to the machinations of her conniving cousins and the hypocritical elders.

The thought of such a dire outcome weighed heavily upon her heart.

"I promise you, Lucien, my unwavering support is yours," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as she gazed at the cherished photo frame capturing a moment of pure happiness.

Vivienne's eyes sparkled with unwavering determination, reflecting the deep faith she had developed in him. "After witnessing your care and love for me, this is the least I can offer in return."

She reached out, her fingers gently tracing the contours of the photograph, as if seeking solace and reassurance from the captured memory.

The image depicted her standing side by side with Lucien, their shoulders pressed together in a light embrace.

As Vivienne lingered in this silent moment, the weight of gratitude settled within her. Her mind replayed the countless instances where Lucien had been her guiding light, her unwavering support in the face of adversity.

She recalled the nights he had stayed up with her, encouraging her and wiping away her tears.

It was through his steadfast belief in her that she had found the strength to overcome the traumatic coma incident.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Vivienne knew that she would continue to forge ahead, fueled by the love and care she had received from Lucien.

Their connection served as a beacon of hope, casting its radiant light upon the path to success that Vivienne now traversed with unwavering determination.

"Knock...knock...!"

Startled by the sound, Vivienne's mind snapped back to the present.

"Mistress, can I come in?" Simran's voice carried through the door, breaking the tranquility of Vivienne's thoughts.

"Ahhh! Simran, yes. Come in!" Vivienne granted permission, her curiosity piqued by the presence of the professional-looking ladies following Simran.

"Excuse my intrusion," Simran apologized with a respectful nod as she stepped into the room.

Simran pushed the door open and stepped inside, her presence blending seamlessly with the air of professionalism that permeated the room.

Following closely behind her were a group of impeccably dressed three ladies, exuding an aura of confidence and purpose.

Vivienne's eyes widened with curiosity as she took in the sight of the ladies.

Her voice carried a note of anticipation as she addressed Simran, "Who are they, Simran?"

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