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Vivian

As I approached Richard, I felt my cheeks redden, a subtle warmth spreading across my face. He gazed at me with an admiring expression, his eyes sparkling with genuine appreciation.

"Vivian, you look absolutely stunning tonight," Richard said, his British accent shining through as his voice sounded low and smooth. "Your hair is looking particularly healthy and luscious. I've never seen it shine like that before."

I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest at his kind words. "Thank you, Richard. That's very sweet of you."

But he wasn't finished. "And your eyes, Vivian... they're like sapphires sparkling in the light. So bright, so beautiful. You really are a good sight for sore eyes tonight."

I laughed out loud, my cheeks growing even hotter. "Richard, you're making me blush, stop teasing me."

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "But I'm just telling the truth, Vivian. You're a gorgeous woman, inside and out. This dress is perfect on you, accentuating all your lovely cu