Blood tea party- Part 1

Penny sat in front of the dressing table, looking at the mirror where Damien stood behind her with his hands in her hair as he weaved them first with his hands and then to brush them. While Penny was drying her hair, Damien had got himself dressed. 

The dress she wore was light peach in color with short flap sleeves, showing off her arms. The last time he had got the dress from Lady Maggie which made her wonder if this was hers too but she had never seen her wear it before. Maybe people who were rich had a lot of clothes, enough to survive for the whole two months without having to repeat what they wore. Like Damien himself who had one side of the wall made of the closet for his clothes. The man lived like a king without following anyone's word but his own. 

This made her wonder if the man feared anything at all. It was as if he were fearless. 

"What is running in that little mind of yours?" he asked as he continued to brush her hair.