"Then that's exactly what we will do," Jonas said, his hand lingering on hers. Turning to Senior Duvall, he nodded in quiet negotiation. "It's the same either way. Your son will still be marrying my daughter. Doesn't change a thing."
Charles exhaled, the tension in his shoulders relaxing just slightly. Relief washed over him in waves. He had permission, however tentative, and that was enough to keep moving forward.
And then Vivienne appeared. From the top of the stairs, the soft fabric of her dress shimmered. Gold-threaded embroidery caught the light, outlining the curve of her waist and the delicate rise of her shoulders. Her hair, dark as midnight silk, cascaded down her back, and her eyes scanned the room with innocent curiosity.
Vivienne's presence illuminated the room, unaware of the storm that had just erupted.
