Chapter 25
Vivienne’s fingers danced across the screen as she accepted the call. “Vivienne, shouldn’t you be in the ward?” Sienna’s concerned voice filled the speaker.
Vivienne smiled softly. “I’ve stepped out and won’t be back for a while. Could you let the doctor know for me?”
“Sure, as long as you’re safe,” Sienna sighed in relief. “I just spoke with the doctor, and he mentioned you could complete the discharge paperwork tomorrow.”
“That works for me,” Vivienne replied.
“Uh…” Sienna paused, then laughed softly. “A new commission came into my studio. The client is from the Vaughn family; she’s specifically requested you handle the design.”
Sienna was poised to inherit her father’s business and the family fortune, but her true passion lay in fashion design. She had established a luxury boutique, Redamancg, five years ago, which, within half a year, became a fashion sensation, quickly achieving renown. Today, it was a sought-after brand among the wealthy, its value exceeding a hundred million. Designs by Corry were in high demand, treasured like rare jewels by socialites. Despite numerous offers from other brands, Corry chose to remain a mystery, effectively ending such pursuits.
After a moment, Vivienne replied smoothly, “I’ll handle it, but once I return to the Sinclair family, I’ll be overwhelmed with responsibilities. It might take a little longer for the new design.”
“That’s fine. The client said she’s willing to wait as long as you agree. She’s been dreaming of a wedding dress from you for her big day,” Sienna’s voice brimmed with excitement. “Darling, I can’t wait for you to lead us back to the top.”
A warm smile spread across Vivienne’s face. “Then let’s aim for the top together.”
After the call, Vivienne reflected on her early dreams of designing wedding dresses, her smile fading. She had once envisioned herself in her creations, approaching Warren at the altar. Yet, life had other plans, offering heartache instead of happiness. Her deepest regret was giving her all to someone who never cared.
Before she could dwell further, a sudden crash shattered the silence. Something had broken. Without hesitation, Vivienne stepped outside.
Lillian Monroe, a maid, knelt, carefully picking up pieces of broken ceramic. “Miss Hayes,” Lillian looked up with a sheepish grin. “My apologies. It seems my hands aren’t as steady as they used to be.”
“Not to worry,” Vivienne knelt beside her, beginning to help. “Let’s clean this up together.”
Lillian gasped, touched by Vivienne’s kindness. “Oh, you shouldn’t trouble yourself. I’ve got this. Be careful—the shards are sharp.”
Vivienne offered a soft smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”
As Vivienne gathered the broken pieces, Lillian’s heart visibly warmed. It became clear to her why Margot held Vivienne in such high esteem. Years at Margot’s side had shown Lillian many cunning individuals, and she had become skilled at discerning their motives. Yet, Vivienne stood apart from those who aspired to join the Hopkins family through marriage. She had no hidden motives, only a calm composure lacking in those other women. Her demeanor displayed honesty and natural grace, qualities both rare and valued.
With the cleanup nearly complete, Lillian took the shards and politely asked, “Miss Hayes, are there any foods you prefer to avoid?”
“Anything is fine,” Vivienne replied gracefully.
Lillian’s expression softened. “Please, feel at ease here, Miss Hayes. We wouldn’t want Mrs. Hopkins to think we’re not hospitable.”
Suddenly, a voice outside shouted, “Wow, the weather’s changed so suddenly!”
“Oh dear!” Lillian’s expression shifted to concern as she hurried outside. “Mrs. Hopkins’ prized orchids are still on the veranda. We must protect them from the rain!” Margot spent many joyful hours tending her beloved plants.
Vivienne, sensing Lillian’s urgency, quickly followed. Several beautiful potted plants were displayed on the veranda, one particular orchid catching Vivienne’s eye—she had seen the same type at her grandfather’s home. Vivienne recalled a childhood memory of knocking over her grandfather’s orchid. Instead of anger, he’d been more concerned about whether she was scared or hurt. Years later, Cameron revealed it had been worth fifteen million.
Now, observing this orchid, Vivienne’s curiosity about the Hopkins family’s wealth deepened. As dark clouds gathered, she realized there was no time to ponder. She lifted a potted plant and hurried to the safety of a nearby greenhouse.
“Miss Hayes, you really should rest,” Lillian called out, noting Vivienne’s delicate frame. “We can manage the heavy lifting.”
Vivienne assured her, “I’m fine, really.”
As a light drizzle intensified into a steady rain, Vivienne hastened her steps, cradling the plant protectively. The rain made the garden path’s cobblestones slippery, causing her flat shoes to skid. Vivienne lost her balance and fell toward the grass. From a short distance, Lillian shouted, “Miss Hayes, be careful!”