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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 56


In the time of evening, Vincent stood on one of the balconies of the mansion. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand, gently swirling it while resting his forearms against the top of the railing.

He noticed a carriage that didn’t belong to his family enter through the gates of their mansion. Raising the glass to his lips, he took a sip of the alcohol and watched a servant step out of it.

“Looks like the news has arrived sooner,” Vincent murmured to himself and took another sip from the glass.

Hearing footsteps from behind, Vincent turned his head to the side to see who it was.

“Good evening, Vince,” greeted Marceline. “I heard that you went to meet Ms. Hooke. Is she as pretty as mother described her to be?” She came to stand next to him with a little distance between them, leaning her entire back against the railing.

Vincent turned to his sister and said, “She seemed like you.”

Marceline raised her eyebrows and asked,

“Like me?” She softly chuckled, “I don’t think anyone can be like me, brother. Not as pretty as me. You should know that the women who belong to the Moriarty family are flawless. No one can compare to us. Before it was mama, and now it is me,” between the kind smile she wore, there was a slight glimpse of conceitedness in it.

“It is true, no one can beat you. You have always been the brattiest one,” stated Vincent with a straight face and the smile on Marceline’s lips faltered.


“I will miss you when you get married and live in your own mansion,” said Marceline, ignoring her brother’s previous words.

“I wish I could say that I share the same sentiments. But it isn’t I but you who should start packing because I am not moving from here. Father has already found a match for you.”

Though the smile on each of the siblings didn’t disappear, their eyes did subtly narrow, and Marceline’s eyes narrowed more, “Your jokes don’t scare me. Go scare someone else.”

The smile on Vincent’s lips pulled up further, and he chuckled, “Oh, little Marcie. If it is true, does it scare you?”

Marceline didn’t answer Vincent, but her hand reached out for the glass of whiskey, which had an obvious scent of blood in it. But Vincent only took the glass away from her reach and instead drank the entire liquid in one gulp.

She gently clenched her jaw and exhaled. She said, “I guess I will have Alfie make a glass of it later. By the way, I heard something happened between Mr. Morris and the governess, and you were with them,” Marceline continued to stand straight without taking the support of the railing. “Don’t tell me that you are interested in the human. Did you fall in love with her?” She carefully weighed her brother’s expressionless face.

“Are you?” Vincent returned the question to her and saw Marceline’s face turn red.

“Why would I be in love with a woman and that too a lowly human at that?” scoffed Marceline with disbelief.

“It was only a question, sister,” Vincent drawled, noticing another carriage enter the mansion, and this one belonged to the council. His eyes shifted back at her, “There’s no need to be flustered.”

Vincent placed the empty glass on top of the railing.

“Sire, the carriage is here,” Alfie interrupted them.

Vincent offered a quick smile to Marceline while she stared at him before he left the place to walk away from there, followed by the butler. As he climbed the last flight of stairs, he saw Lady Annalise standing there with a letter in her hand. She raised the letter in her hand and demanded,

“Is this true?!”

“What happened?” Vincent asked casually as if unaware of today’s events.

“Marques Hooke’s sister, the girl’s aunt wrote to me telling she doesn’t want to do anything with the Moriarty’s and would prefer to never build an alliance with us. She said Ms. Hooke has been crying and has locked herself in the room. You better fix this,” Lady Annalise said in an exasperated tone.

“It seems like we have terrible compatibility. Looks like you didn’t know my tastes in women after all,” remarked Vincent.


Lady Annalise crumpled the letter that was in her hand, and she tried to keep her mind calm.

“All you had to do was to take Ms. Hooke out for lunch,” Lady Annalise gritted her teeth.

“I did and she enjoyed the cakes there. You can ask her that,” remarked Vincent, “Ms. Hooke probably realized how crazy our family can get and the marriage wouldn’t work.”

Lady Annalise was sure that Vincent must have done something for Lady Camille to write the letter, where she now strongly opposed this alliance. She didn’t know what to do with him anymore. She doubted any woman could handle him, and it was because she knew that Ms. Rosetta Hooke was an agreeable lady.

“If that is all, I have more important matters to attend to. Now, if you will excuse me, mother,” said Vincent, walking past the woman and disappearing from the hallways.


Marceline, who had heard the last part of their conversation, slowly stepped down the stairs. Coming to stand where Lady Annalise stood, she placed a comforting hand on the woman’s shoulder.

“First appointing the governess and then this. Soon people will hold little to no respect to the Moriarty family,” said Lady Annalise with a frown.

“Don’t worry, mother. I won’t let our family name be sullied and neither will Vincent,” Marceline assured the woman with a smile. “I think the situation with Ms. Hooke can be easily fixed with a simple invitation to the oncoming ball that is going to be held in our mansion. A ball is a great time for not only interactions but also to lift one’s mood. Don’t you think so?”

“You are right,” replied Lady Annalise, the frown on her forehead smoothening.

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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 57

Music Recommendation: Jane Fairfax Plays Mozart Sonata- Amber Anderson


“Very good, Miss Allie,” praised Eve while looking at the answers that Allie had written in her book. “You got all your answers right.”

Allie’s eyes glowed while her face remained expressionless.

“It should be enough for the day. We shall continue the rest tomorrow,” Eve said to the girl, who quietly nodded.

Someone knocked on the room’s door, and when they turned, they saw it was Marceline. She wore a polite smile and said, “I hope I am not interrupting.”

Eve replied with a smile, “We just finished the class. Is there anything I could help you with?” She politely asked the woman.

Marceline nodded and stepped inside the room, walking to where they were. A maid followed Marceline behind her with a bag in her hand. The little girl turned in her chair, looking curiously at the maid’s hands.


“The official invitation to the ball,” said Marceline, stretching her hand in front of Eve that held a rolled parchment. “You will need this when you come to attend that day. The ball falls on the second Thursday from today.”

The last time when Lady Marceline had mentioned it to Eve, she had somehow managed to not accept or confirm it. But it seemed like this time she couldn’t avoid it. She took hold of the parchment, bowing her head, she said,

“Lady Marceline, I am not too sure if I will be able to attend it or not.”

The young vampiress tilted her head, the smile on her face faltering, and she asked, “Why not? Do you have a prior engagement on that day? We would like to have all our employees that day.”

Eve quickly raced her mind to come up with a good reason, “Since a few days my aunt hasn’t been doing well and needs me by her side.” Aunt Aubrey was feeling perfectly well, but the vampiress didn’t know that, thought Eve.

“Oh. It must be very difficult for you to be here now then. Would you want me to speak to my brother to give you a holiday so that you can look after her better?” Suggested Marceline, her eyes held concern in them.

“That is very kind and generous of you, Lady Marceline, but it is fine. Right now there’s someone to look after her in my absence,” said Eve, noticing a subtle frown on the vampiress’s face. She further explained, “I believe it would be unfair of me to enjoy such a grand ball, when my aunt isn’t feeling well.”

Marceline gave a sympathetic nod and said, “I perfectly understand your situation. When your loved and dear one is sick, we don’t feel like doing much. I hope your aunt feels better soon, and maybe you could bring her here if she’s in good health. Allie and I were looking forward to having you at the ball. Weren’t you, Allie?” She shifted her gaze to look at her little sister.

Allie stared at her sister before her eyes met her governess’s eyes.

“Allie would have enjoyed your company, after all, she’s a shy thing and doesn’t like talking to people,” a faint smile appeared on Marceline’s lips.

Eve felt an ache in her chest when she imagined the little girl standing alone in one corner with no company.

Marceline then placed her hand on Eve’s arm, “I won’t force you as I understand how important family is. But if things get better, we sisters would love to have you attend the ball, Miss Barlow.”

“I hope so too, milady,” Eve bowed her head in appreciation.

“I brought two dresses of mine, and a pair of my favourite shoes for you. Something that might go with the theme of our society, when you attend the ball of course. It would be difficult to prepare a dress suddenly and it would be a waste if you don’t attend it. Right? I hope you will like it,” said Marceline excitedly, before turning to the maid who quickly stepped forward and spread a black and a blue dress on top of the table. “Beautiful aren’t they? I haven’t worn them much, and they are in the best condition.”

Eve couldn’t help bu

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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 58

When Eve left the Moriarty mansion, the maid named Kehlani asked her mistress, “Milady, if Lady Annalise comes to hear that you handed your gowns to the governess, she wouldn’t be pleased with it. Why did you do that?”

Marceline rolled her eyes and questioned the maid, “Do you think I am not aware of it? And you will not breathe a word about it.”

The vampiress had her own reasons behind her actions towards the human, and she softly smiled.

“Of course, milady,” the maid bowed her head.

Right now, Marceline stood on one of the balconies on the front side of the mansion so she could look at the governess, who now juggled the dresses, shoes, her hideous umbrella and lunch.

“Such a pitiful thing,” murmured Marceline as she watched the human, who paused now and then while walking. A few days ago, the human had tried to show off that she had a carriage as if it was better than theirs. “There is no guarantee the gowns won’t be damaged with the way she’s carrying it. They will be ruined before she even reaches her house.”

Marceline turned around, leaving the balcony, and ordered her maid, “Get me my blood tea, and inform the coachman to get the carriage ready. I will be going out in an hour. I have to ask the merchant if he’s been able to find anything of value in my eyes.”

“Yes, Lady Marceline,” answered the maid, quickly leaving the place to prepare the vampiress’s tea.

Eve, who was walking on the street of Skellington town, made sure that she didn’t drop anything from her hands. She walked carefully while seeing to it that she wouldn’t trip and fall on the ground.


Truth was that Eve hadn’t taken the gowns or the shoes with her while leaving the piano room. She had decided to take it tomorrow by asking Eugene to come pick her up. But before she could cross the entrance of the mansion doors, another maid had quickly come carrying them and had dropped them in her arms.

“Miss! Excuse me!” Someone shouted from the back. “Miss with the clothes.”

Did she drop something? She looked at her hands to make sure everything was still there.

Eve stopped walking and turned back to see who was calling her. She noticed a few passers-by stare at her, which wasn’t welcoming.

“Milady!”

Eve looked up, and her gaze fell on the young lady she had met in Thresk Hills. Unlike the time at the inn, right now, the person had loosely tied her hair. Eve bowed her head in greeting, and the lady returned the bow as if remembering her manners.

“Good evening, I didn’t know you lived in Skellington town. What a small world we live in,” remarked Miss Rosetta in awe and a nervous smile on her face.

“I don’t live here, but I come here for work,” Eve corrected the young lady.

“Oh, is that so,” the young lady’s eyebrows knit together. “I was standing on my balcony, counting the number of carriages passing by, when I noticed you. I am Rosetta Hooke, you must have heard about me.”

Eve slowly shook her head and greeted the young lady named Rosetta, “Good evening, Miss Hooke. It is good to see you are doing well,” came Eve’s polite words.

The last time they met, the young lady had been crying and sobbing, she seemed to be in a better mood today. Miss Rosetta nodded, “I am doing well. Thank you for offering me your handkerchief…”

“Genevieve Barlow.” Noticing the lady move her lips as if trying to get the pronunciation right, Eve said, “You can call me Miss Barlow or Eve.”

“Thank you for lending me your handkerchief,” said Miss Rosetta, and she nodded.

Last Sunday had been the worst day of her life. Her parents, as well as her aunt, had tried to push her into a marriage with a man who had treated her as if she was nothing. She had refused to speak to anyone in the mansion. The only kindness she remembered that day was by this woman.

“Do you live nearby?”

“Yes, in the town of Meadow,” replied Eve. People curiously looked at them, wondering what a wealthy miss was doing by talking to a woman of lower stature.


Miss Rosetta only nodded, as she had heard about the towns which were of her status and the ones that weren’t when she had arrived at Skellington. To think that this woman in a town like that existed. She wasn’t often generous, but she could make an exception for this human today. She said,

“Let me order my butler to bring the carriage. This way I will be able to repay your kindness.”

“Do not worry about it, Miss Hooke. I will be catching the local carriage—” Eve saw the young lady stare at her “—that should be here within the next fifteen minutes.”

Miss Rosetta couldn’t comprehend after Eve mentioned ‘local carriage’. Snapping out of her thoughts, the vampiress urged,

“Let me be of your help today. I was meant to see you walking by, so that I could repay your kindness. It might be hard to carry all those things in that…kind of space. Allow me to help.”

Eve wondered if God was being kind to her or if the devil was waiting to strike at her with these young misses of the mansions wanting to help her today. 

Though Miss Rosetta said she wanted to help Eve, the young lady only held Eve’s arm to guide her towards her aunt’s mansion while not taking a single item to lessen the weight in Eve’s hands.

It wasn’t that the vampiress did it out of purpose. Miss Rosetta, the Marques’ daughter, was used to people carrying things for her, and she had never needed to lift a finger to move things around except for her dress while walking.

“This is my aunt’s mansion. It isn’t much, not inside or outside. I hope you don’t mind,” remarked Miss Rosetta, and Eve blinked. The mansion in front of her was beautiful and large like other mansions in Skellington.

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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 59

Music Recommendation: Jane Fairfax Plays Mozart Sonata- Amber Anderson


Eve and Miss Rosetta now stood in the hallways of Lady Camille’s mansion and the young lady ordered the butler, “Winston, go tell the coachman to pull the carriage to the front. Also take her things and put them in the carriage.” 

The butler didn’t question the young lady’s words. He walked to where Eve stood, and stretched his hands forward. “Milady,” said the butler to Eve.

With an apprehensive look, Eve handed her things while keeping her umbrella with her.

“I can carry this myself. Thank you,” Eve offered a slight bow, and the butler didn’t force her. He left the two young women’s side to inform the coachman to bring the carriage in front of the mansion.

“Rosetta? Rosetta! Where did you run off to?!” demanded Lady Camille, who walked down the spiral staircase and noticed her niece wasn’t alone. When the lady reached the end of the stairs, Eve offered a polite bow, and the woman returned it but hesitantly, “Who is this, Rosetta?”

“This is Genevieve Barlow, Aunt Camille. A friend of mine,” Rosetta introduced Eve.

Friends? They had only been acquainted with each other a few minutes ago, and here Miss Rosetta had already pushed them from acquaintance to being friends, thought Eve to herself.

“Really?” Questioned Lady Camille, who looked at Eve. “I didn’t know that you had already made a friend here. Well, I suppose I am glad that you have been mingling with people. Though I cannot help but remark that it is odd to have you with such company. No offence to you, Ms. Barlow,” she said the last words to Eve.


“None taken,” murmured Eve, while she continued to hear the two women speak while they stood in the middle of the hallways. She wanted to leave the mansion without bringing any attention to herself.

Miss Rosetta huffed, “I took your advice and mingled. It isn’t my fault that the people here are too busy to interact with me. I think it would be best to not speak about it.”

“And you hold them to be responsible?” Questioned Lady Camille, raising her eyebrows. The woman wanted to say more but refrained from talking about it in front of the stranger her niece had brought here. She turned to Eve and asked, “Where do you live, Ms Barlow?”

Miss Rosetta quickly interfered, “She lives in the new province that lies between Woodlock and Hollow Valley.”

“I didn’t know that the new province has already been established,” replied Lady Camille and watched her niece. Eve turned to look at Miss Rosetta, who offered her a smile.

To Lady Camille, who belonged to high society, didn’t need to know that Eve didn’t belong to their status. Eve’s clothes were cheap, and her shoes were worn out.

Lady Camille didn’t have to ask to know that her niece lied about where the girl came from. If her brother, were to find out that his daughter had formed any sort of interaction with a lower-class being, he would be more than crossed about it.

“Did you come to visit someone in Skellington, Ms. Barlow?”

“You are asking too many questions, Aunt Camille,” Miss Rosetta stopped her aunt, and she turned to Eve and asked, “Would you like to drink something? The weather is hot out there, isn’t it?”

“No, I am fine. Thank you for asking,” replied Eve, feeling Miss Rosetta’s aunt’s stare at her. She then replied, “I did come to meet someone here.”

“I see…” hummed Lady Camille.

The butler came back and informed, “Miss Rosetta, the carriage is ready.”

“Excellent. Aunt Camille, I am going to take a ride in the carriage,” Miss Rosetta told her aunt, “Let us go, Eve,” pulling Eve’s hand to step out of the mansion.

Eve quickly offered a polite bow to Lady Camille, who only offered a short nod. The two young women stepped out of the mansion where the carriage waited at the front. The servants didn’t comment, but the butler’s eyes quietly moved to the side to look at Lady Camille, who continued to stare at the carriage that disappeared at the end of the street while standing at the door.

Back in the carriage, Eve watched Miss Rosetta stare outside the window. After a few seconds, the lady turned back to look at Eve and smiled. Eve said,

“Miss Hooke, I would like to talk about what happened back in the mansion.”

Rosetta turned to look at Eve and noticed the serious expression. She asked, “Is everything alright?”


“I appreciate you for giving me a ride to my home, but you lied about where I come from,” Eve pointed out. The issue wasn’t the lie but the purpose of the lie. “You should be well aware that a person from Skellington doesn’t mingle with a person from Meadow out of leisure.”

“Which is why I lied,” Miss Rosetta said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Since the time I have been here, apart from my aunt, only you have been kind to me. I would like us to be friends.”

Eve couldn’t help but stare at the young lady.

When Eve took her time to answer, Miss Rosetta turned a little hurt and said, “It is okay. You do not have to be.” The young lady turned to look at the window.

Eve’s eyes fell on Miss Rosetta’s hands, which now curled into loose fists on her lap. She said,

“How about we start with just being acquaintances and see if we can then move to being friends, Miss Rosetta?” Apart from Noah, whom she had come to know only a few months ago about his status, Eve didn’t have another friend from high society. “I don’t think your family would be happy to see you with me. People will talk, not in front of you, but behind you about it. And when it happens, you wouldn’t like it.”

Miss Rosetta’s eyebrows furrowed as if trying to understand Eve’s words.

Eve knew that even the few nice people from the high-class avoided talking to the middle or lower-class people. It was a matter of their prestige and reputation.

“When your aunt finds out that I am from Meadow and a governess, who—”

“You are a governess?” Miss Rosetta’s eyebrows rose in question.

“It is why I visit Skellington, Miss Rosetta,” Eve politely smiled at the young lady.

“That means we will get to spend time like this together everyday!” the young miss’s eyes sparkled in eagerness.

“No!” Eve was quick to reply, and Miss Rosetta’s eyes furrowed. “Miss Rosetta, friendships don’t form in an hour. It needs to be built naturally and it happens over time. In days.”

“Like how we met today. Pure coincidence,” Miss Rosetta nodded in understanding and said, “Then I shall wait for the next coincidence.”

Eve hoped Miss Rosetta wouldn’t be standing on the balcony daily for that coincidence. So far, she didn’t sense any ill intention from the vampiress, but having a vampiress as a friend was not feasible in her case. All it took was a taste of one drop of her blood, and hell would break loose.

The ride back to the town of Meadow wasn’t a quiet one, but one that was filled with Lady Rosetta speaking about her mansion, her dress, and how she had been spending time in Skellington.

“Why don’t you have a carriage of your own, instead of riding the local carriage?” Miss Rosetta curiously asked Eve.


“We do. But my aunt might need it more than me and I am comfortable using the local carriage to travel between the towns. Have you ever tried riding in a local carriage before, Miss Rosetta?” Inquired Eve, even though she already knew the answer to it. But seeing how it could be presumed to be rude on how she hadn’t spoken much and was more on the listening end, she decided to interact with the young lady.

Rosetta’s face held horror, and said, “I don’t think I could ever do it. I do not know how you manage it.”

Eve offered a smile to the young lady and said, “You will enjoy it. It will be an experience to keep when you go back home. How long are you staying with your aunt here?”

“For another three months. Though I would love to stay here longer, I don’t think my father would allow me. I am sure he will send someone to fetch me back home if I don’t go back,” Miss Rosetta frowned as she said this. “He wants me to get married and has asked my aunt to find matches. Just between us, the previous family he chose was a terrible one!”

“I see…” Eve wasn’t sure how to comment on it.

When they reached the town of Meadow, Miss Rosetta took a look outside the carriage’s window. There was an evident nervousness with the way she looked at the people as if she had never seen a town before.

Reaching the front of the Dawson’s house, Eve said to the coachman, “Please stop, right here.”

The carriage came to a halt, and Eve stepped down from the carriage. Once all her things were handed to her, the coachman closed the carriage door, from where the wealthy lady peeked her head out to look at Eve.

“I hope you had a wonderful time with me today, Eve. I will tell you the rest of the stories when we meet again,” remarked Rosetta, and Eve offered a slight bow.

Soon the coachman drove the carriage away from there, and a sigh escaped from Eve’s lips.

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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT

Chapter 60



Eve stepped inside the house with her hands full, and Aunt Aubrey, who was sitting in her resting chair in the living room, caught sight of it. The older woman peered through her reading glasses and said,

“I thought I heard the carriage stop in front of the house.”

“Ah yes. I ran into someone whom I met last Sunday and she dropped me home,” replied Eve, while placing the umbrella at the stand.

“Must have been a nice person?” Aunt Aubrey asked and Eve gave a second before she nodded. “Was it the Moriarty’s who handed these to you?” she asked, looking at Eve walk into the living room.

“It was from Lady Marceline. Allie’s elder sister gave it to me,” replied Eve, carefully placing the gowns on one of the empty cushioned chairs. “She invited me for this upcoming ball that is going to be held in the Moriarty mansion, two weeks from now. She said I might need these clothes.”

“Why does it sound like you aren’t planning to attend it?” Aunt Aubrey’s words were gentle that didn’t raise, she pulled the glasses that had been resting on her face.

Eve placed the other things in her hand before coming around and sitting in another chair. She said, “I am worried something will happen there. A room full of creatures, even with humans being invited, it wouldn’t be safe.”

Aunt Aubrey nodded, “It is always better to be cautious than put oneself in danger. What is the ball about?”

Eve shrugged her shoulders and then reached out for the parchment scroll that was earlier given to her by Lady Marceline. She unrolled the scroll, her eyes moved across the written words and the red seal of the Moriarty family at the bottom.

“It is Mrs. Moriarty’s birthday,” and Eve handed the parchment to her aunt, leaning forward from her chair before letting her back to rest. “The woman hates me with passion. She would breathe out fire if she comes to see me there that day,” she lightly chuckled. “Have you been to a ball before, Aunt Aubrey?”


Aunt Aubrey, who was adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose, answered, “I have. Women and men in their finest clothings and behavior. The rarest delicacies presented, and drinks. Music that will bring people’s feet to the dance floor. The ones I have attended were a sight to behold.”

The way Aunt Aubrey had described it made Eve’s young heart yearn for it. To have a look and be part of it, even if it meant being in the shadows. Not many people who lived in the town of Meadow had the privilege to get an invitation to attend a ball held by the people of high society. After all, the rich liked to socialise only with the rich and not the poor people. And this time, even though she was invited, she didn’t forget Allie say ‘Don’t’, which Eve only believed the little girl didn’t want her to attend the ball.

One day in the future, she would host a ball and she would invite people whom she appreciated, thought Eve to herself. One day.

“Aunt Aubrey, did you hear any news about the coast side?” Inquired Eve.

“Mm, there was one. I heard it from Mrs. Keppler, who heard it from her husband. Who in turn heard it from many other mouths before it came to him,” replied Aunt Aubrey, and she let out a heavy sigh. “It can and cannot be true. Mrs. Keppler said that two weeks ago, someone captured a mermaid.”

On hearing this news, Eve frowned and asked, “Do you know who captured the mermaid?”

The elderly woman shook her head, “She didn’t know any more than what I told you and I didn’t try to push her to ask her husband. The woman has a mouth that can get anyone into trouble. The coasts in the West have never been clear of people and there’s always that one person, who would want to trade things.”

“I know…” whispered Eve.

Over the years as Eve had grown up, she had heard stories of mermaids and mermen being caught by either humans, vampires or werewolves for their own greed and need. Some of the sea creatures didn’t know any better and easily fell into the trap that was laid for them.

“Sometimes I wish it wasn’t this hard. Even humans are spared at times,” muttered Eve, which Aunt Aubrey heard.

“Let us hope and pray that one day maybe not now, but in the future those things will change for better,” Aunt Aubrey assured, not wanting Eve to feel dejected.

“For the better,” Eve softly smiled and then stood up, “I will go and take a bath.”

Minutes later, Eve had immersed herself in the water tub.

She stared at the ceiling of the bathing room while still immersed in water. She stayed there for several minutes more, where she could breathe perfectly. Wondering what fate had in store for her. She had never been able to speak to her kind because they were killed once they stepped on the land.

Once Eve was done bathing, she wiped her wet hair with the towel in her hand. Walking towards the dress that she had placed on the bed that belonged to Lady Marceline, she decided to try them on.

Picking up one of the gowns in her hands, Eve tried to wear it after pulling the zip down. She started from below by letting the smooth silk dress slide up her feet and then legs, and when she pulled it further up, the gown stuck below her waist.

“Just a little more,” Eve said to herself while gently trying to pull it up.

After a minute, she gave up and decided to wear it from above. But when she did that, the gown didn’t move down from her bosom. She questioned in doubt, “Did it grow?”

Moving her body left and right, she tried to wiggle the dress down her body. When she was finally done pulling the dress the way it was supposed to be worn, she walked towards the mirror while her breath came out short because of the tightness around her bosom.

“It does look good,” Eve admitted, looking at the dress and her reflection in the mirror. She turned front and back, standing at the side to look at herself. She said to the reflection in the mirror with a sweet smile, “How are you doing, Lady Genevieve? Everything well and chaotic in the mansion?” The smile on her face fell as she felt she needed to get out of this dress.

If she was ever going to plan to wear this dress, she would have to lose some more weight so that she could fit into it, thought Eve to herself.

But in an effort to get out of the dress, Eve heard a loud tear in the room and her eyes went wide, “Noooo!” The harsh tear didn’t stop, and Eve noticed the zip hadn’t been able to hold itself.

Right then, Eugene knocked on her door, “Miss Eve?”

“Just give me a minute,” replied Eve, changing herself into her regular clothes before opening the door.

Eugene’s eyes fell on the two gowns that now occupied Eve’s bed, and he said, “Oh, you bought new gowns!”

“It was handed down, and it is now torn. I don’t think it can even be mended. The cloth is too delicate,” said Eve looking at the black gown that was torn. She was positive that she and Lady Marceline were of nearly the same size, yet the gown had not fit her right.

“It cannot be mended?” Repeated Eugene, and then he smiled, “Nothing goes to waste in this house, milady. If you allow me, how about I take it from you if it isn’t going to be of any use?”


As she wouldn’t be wearing it, Eve doubted she would have any use for it as she doubted she would even be able to get the same material to mend it. Nodding, she walked to the bed and picked up the gown before handing it to Eugene.

“Thank you, Miss Eve. Your evening tea is ready. Would you like to have it in the living room or would you like me to bring it up here?”

“I will be down there in a moment,” replied Eve. Eugene bowed his head and left the front of the room with the black gown.

A week went by peacefully, where Eve hastily left the Moriarty mansion and didn’t stay in the piano room and instead took a walk in the garden to avoid being asked by Lady Marceline about the ball or the dress that she had given her. She hadn’t come across Miss Rosetta, and somewhere while passing the mansion, Eve had taken a look at it before continuing to walk towards the local carriage stop.

One evening, Eve was helping her aunt in writing a letter to a distant relative. She dipped the tip of the quill into the ink and wrote two words, when they heard a knock on the door.

“Eugene, see who has come at this hour,” said Aunt Aubrey.

“Right away, milady,” Eugene quickly got to the door and opened it. “How m—” he started to cough and clear his throat.

“Who is it?” Aunt Aubrey asked.

“Let me go and take a look,” said Eve, getting up from the ground and making her way to where Eugene was. When she reached, she was surprised.

“Mr. Moriarty.”

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