Young master Damien's pet

Penelope didn't bother to turn around to check if the woman was still fawning over Damien. She didn't care about it. That was right, who cared about past lovers or affairs he had. Yet, she could feel the irritation and the slight anxiousness that brewed in her chest.

"Penelope?"

"Huh?" Penny turned to look at Sylvia with a questionable look on her face.

"It is okay if I call you Penelope, right? You can call me Sylvia. No need for the formalities" spoke Sylvia. The blonde woman had noticed Penny spacing out as they walked and stepped into the shop. She was sure that the girl had not noticed that they had already reached the shop, "We are here," she notified her.

"Ah. I am sorry for spacing out," she apologized quickly. She had done back to her inner monologue with herself without realizing that they had entered the shop.

"That's okay. It is common to feel jealous when you are in love," Sylvia smiled and Penny quickly blushed.

"Haha," she laughed slow and awkwardly.

"You shouldn't worry about such trivial things. Men and women might flock around but all you need to know is if the man you love will come back to you after that flocking."

"How about yourself?"

"Me?" asked Sylvia with a surprised look on her face.

"I mean Elliot and...you," Penny trailed. Sylvia only smiled.

The shop owner walked in, interrupting their talk with the loud sound of the boots on the floor, "Good morning, ladies! How can I help you?" he put on his best face to please his customers, "Madame, Sylvia. How lovely to have you back here." The man appeared handsome even with the old age that was approaching him. His jaws still defined and his brows stayed raised. The mixture of black and white hair which was straight in texture was long enough to settle on his forehead.

Sylvia turned to him to speak,

"Good morning, Mr. Hensely. This is a special guest of Damien Quinn, Lord Alexander's cousin. I am sure you can tend to what she is looking for."

"Of course! How can I be of your service, milady? Let me take a look at yourself," the man said, pushing his small glasses back to his nose while looking at her from top to bottom. Penny wasn't used to this. The tailors or going to look at clothes before she met Damien and after he started to buy clothes for her.

It was always people using a tape to measure the size of the body but right now the man used his eyes. She looked at Sylvia who said,

"Mr. Hensely is one of the best tailors of the Valeria and also underrated at the same time when it comes to the prices he places compared to the other dresses you will find in other towns and shops. I worry what women like us will do once he passes away."

"Oh, hush you girl. Ms. Sylvia likes to talk highly about my dresses. I do what I need to do." Seeing Sylvia talk to the man like she knew him for a very long time, Penny relaxed her shoulders, "Hmm, I think I have some dresses that might fit you. Let me go back and get it from the storage room."

The man walked back in from where he had appeared and Sylvia then continued their conversation, "Elliot and I aren't like that. We may appear to look like that but no," Penny only nodded her head, "Elliot liked another woman or still does."

Penny leaned forward hearing this. With the way the vampire behaved with Sylvia, she was sure he was flirting with her but who knew there was something else in here.

"Before coming here to work for Lord Alexander, Elliot used to work in the theater," Penny's eyes brightened hearing this part of the information. There was someone who acted in the theater like her. Damien was not considered as he was a born actor but to have actually worked, "It was there that he met a girl. Fell in love but things didn't work out."

"Why not?"

"She was apparently a black witch."

"Oh…" that was something that she didn't expect coming.

"All I can say is-"

"Is that Elliot is trying to woo Sylvia now but she never believes when he confesses his love for her," Elliot chimed in as he got closer to them and the other two men stepped through the door.

"This is such a small shop," Damien commented looking around.

"Indeed," Alexander agreed to look at the ceiling that wasn't too far if they were to raise their hand up.

"You should consider giving a raise to Sylvia, Alex. You must be a stingy employee that she comes here to buy clothes," Damien chuckled as the Lord stared at him and in the end ignored him.

In that time, Sylvia retorted back to Elliot's comment with, "What a heap of garbage."

"Who calls my shop garbage?" came the shop owner with several dressed in his hands.

Sylvia sighed, "No one did, Mr. Hensely."

"Oh, it is the Lord! Good morning, Lord Alexander," the man bowed his head to show the pureblooded vampire his respect. Alexander spared the man with a nod, "Please take a seat here. Let me go get some more chairs," saying this, the man dropped the dresses on the table and went to fetch the chairs.

Walking forward, Damien picked up a dress, looking at the texture to say, "This looks like a fine piece but it won't fit her. It is going to be tight," when the man returned back, he said, "Do you have one size bigger than this? Also, do you have some nice white cream nightdress that she can wear at night? Also, do you make those lace things for women that you wear in-" Penny's eyes widened and she placed her hand on his.

"I think that is sufficient for now. Let's not buy too many things," she said looking at him. Penny saw Damien give her a grin and he stepped closer to her, his head bending down to whisper in her ear,

"I wanted to see you wear one of those," and her face only turned redder feeling his breath on her ear.