"Good morning, Lady Marceline," Eve bowed before her blue eyes met the vampiress's eyes, "Are you waiting for anyone?" She politely asked her.
Compared to how Eve looked at Lady Marceline yesterday, there was a difference today.
Coming from a humble background, where people were kind-hearted, Eve hadn't doubted the vampiress's intentions until yesterday. She would have brushed off half information that the young woman had told her about Allie and the previous governess, that was, if the woman had not given her a gown that could easily tear.
Even a used dress bought from Meadow wouldn't be torn that easily. And this had Eve slightly alert than before. But at the same time, the innocent smile on Marceline's lips tried to deceive her.
