The guests had mostly arrived, but Vivian still hadn't come down.
"Miss, you can head out now," the housekeeper reminded gently.
Vivian glanced at her, unbothered. "A little longer."
The housekeeper gave up, though she couldn't help the thought forming.
Everyone's already here. What exactly is she waiting for?
That's when Vivian shot up off the couch, eyes locked on a figure that had just appeared in the entrance hall, something bright sparking behind them.
He's here.
"I'm heading down now."
Her mouth curved. She gathered her skirt and descended the stairs.
The second she appeared, every set of eyes in the room turned to her.
"So this is the Sinclair daughter they found?"
"Absolutely gorgeous. Elegant, too fits the family name."
"Wait, wasn't the real daughter missing for over
