Vivienne hurried to the ward without a second to spare.

Inside, the frail matriarch of the Meyer family, oxygen mask in place, had only just managed to lift her hand to gently stroke Vivienne's cheek after her rescue.

"Vee, I might not make it, but seeing you married brings me some comfort," she whispered, her voice barely a thread of sound.

"But, I heard from Marek that you and that Sinclair family boy..." The old lady's words hung in the air, her mind drifting to Cyrus's ...