Sylvia could clearly see the couple from her window and of course, it was not too difficult to identify the said couple.
The devil's ridiculously handsome face stood out even from a distance, his sharp eyes lingering on the woman in front of him.
He held a wine glass in his hand and was sipping from it, his seductive lips gliding on the rim.
Priscella, on the other hand, was dressed in a gorgeous white gown and adorned with expensive jewels.
Her jet-black hair was styled in loose curls and she wore a smile on her face as she looked at the man talking to her.
Sylvia subconsciously gripped the grill on her window tightly as she watched them both chat and laugh. She then sighed and decided to not look anymore.
As she was about to turn back, her gaze flickered to the devil one last time and coincidentally, the man's obsidian orbs darted to the corner to meet her.
