The Dressmaker

"A dress?" Eve's gaze shifted from the Prince who was standing nearby to Carmella, a vampire that she had met in the past through Lucius. She couldn't help but wonder why Carmella was present, especially considering her previous association with Lucius. Was the Prince aware of this?

"Yes, Carmella is renowned throughout the Kingdom as the finest dressmaker," the Prince confirmed, his voice carrying an air of confidence. "She will create a masterpiece for you to wear at the upcoming ball."

Eve's brows furrowed as she considered the time constraint. "But do we have enough time to have a dress made?" she inquired, her concern evident.

A knowing smile curled on Carmella's lips as she approached Eve, her presence exuding an aura of sophistication and intrigue. She reached out, delicately lifting Eve's chin with her fingers, tilting it upward so their eyes met.