Penny only hoped that the others who had co with them wouldn't have heard what Damien had whispered in her ear. The man had no sha. Not one bit and he always proved it, shalessly. When the tailor appeared back with two chairs, none of them said anything except for Elliot who went to help the man in moving the chair across the counter before placing it down for Lord Alexander and another chair which was left empty. Lord Alexander sat down on the hard wooden chair, crossing his legs and his arms as he looked at the dresses that were kept for display.
Penny didn't dare to look here and there instead had her hand placed on Damien's own hand so that if the ti needed she could and would dig her nails into his skin.
With Lord Alexander in the room, his eyes looked bored yet intimidating at the sa ti, the tailor was on his work right away, asking Penelope,
"Milady, these are so of the samples that we have. Please let know if you find anything of your taste," the tailor man pulled one dress over another so that she could take a good look at it.
"Do you have sothing in blue. Maybe in the shade of blue," Damien was the one to ask, showing his interest in what she was going to wear."
"Hue. I will need to check on that one, Mr. Quinn. Please take a look at it while I go check if there's sothing in the color of hue for the lady," saying that the tailor man went to go inside again before coming back to say, "I am sorry, I don't have it. If you or the lady so desire to make one I will make sure to get it ready after taking her fittings."
As Sylvia was the one who brought her here, Penny knew the price for the dress would be much cheaper than what the elites paid in the fancy shops for the pureblooded vampires. They were going to stay here for so ti so she didn't mind the ti.
"How long will that take?"
"Six to seven days if it's urgent," answered the tailor.
"We have enough ti for it," without another word, Damien pulled out the pouch of coins and took out seven silver coins. Placing it at the top of the wooden counter, "This should be sufficient?"
The tailor bowed his head, taking the coins from the surface and offering a deep bow, "I will have the dress prepared to the soonest once milady says what she's looking for."
Penny felt Damien's hand on her back, he said, "Get what you need," this ti his voice didn't appear to be teasing and he instead walked outside the shop that left Penny confused. One minute he was teasing and another minute he was serious. She saw Lord Alexander follow him out like they had so business.
"Milady, what type are you looking for? Let's start with the sleeves first and then move to the neckline. Here are so designs you might be interested in," he took the parchnt of bind to pull it up on the counter. As he turned the pages, she caught sight of the different designs that were drawn out. Elliot appeared to be much interested in the fabric as he chatted with the tailor while Sylvia helped in giving out her suggestions on what might suit and match.
One would have thought that the n were bored and had stepped out of the small shop for so air but Damien stepped out staring at sothing or soone who had walked by.
"What's the matter?"
"What is the possibility of pureblooded vampires dreaming during broad daylight?" Damien asked his cousin who furrowed his brows.
"Was it her mother?"
"At least that is what I think who walked by. It would be uncanny though. To have soone follow us so quickly when it has been only a day since we left Wovile and turned up here," his eyes scanned, "I will take a look and co."
"Hmm," Lord Alexander responded to stand outside the shop and see if there was soone who stood out of the normal.
His dark red eyes continued to stare at the people who walked by, offering their bows where he stood intimidatingly that had people not get too close but still offer their respect for who he was. A black witch would not dare cross and step close to him, not just because he was a pureblooded vampire but most of the witches knew who he was or who his parents were.
In the past when he had only applied for the council, there had been objections by so of the higher elder counciln and he didn't have to be told that these were the very people who had tried to fra his mother ti and ti again and were trying to do the sa with him in the fear that he was an ent.i.ty who was a higher being. After all, he was the son of a pureblooded vampire as well as the first generation white witch.
He had been made to undergo tests to prove that he was not a white witch which had co out to be true as he wasn't one. Once Damien had entered the council soon after so years, he had worked together to get rid of the very sa people one by one but there were still so pests who were hard to find out. His hand touched the pendant that rested on his chest. The cross had the charm stone in it which once belonged to his deceased mother.
Lord Alexander could only hope that the ill fate that had touched his parents wouldn't touch Damien and Penny. With the society that they lived in, people were not just judgental but also weren't welcoming when it ca to the witches.
He looked in the direction Damien had gone in.
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