Penny didn't dare to look here and there instead had her hand placed on Damien's own hand so that if the time needed she could and would dig her nails into his skin. 

With Lord Alexander in the room, his eyes looked bored yet intimidating at the same time, the tailor was on his work right away, asking Penelope,

"Milady, these are some of the samples that we have. Please let me know if you find anything of your taste," the tailor man pulled one dress over another so that she could take a good look at it.

"Do you have something in blue. Maybe in the shade of blue," Damien was the one to ask, showing his interest in what she was going to wear."

"Hue. I will need to check on that one, Mr. Quinn. Please take a look at it while I go check if there's something in the color of hue for the lady," saying that the tailor man went to go inside again before coming back to say, "I am sorry, I don't have it. If you or the lady so desire to make one I will make sure to get it ready after taking her fittings."

As Sylvia was the one who brought her here, Penny knew the price for the dress would be much cheaper than what the elites paid in the fancy shops for the pureblooded vampires. They were going to stay here for some time so she didn't mind the time.

"How long will that take?" 

"Six to seven days if it's urgent," answered the tailor. 

"We have enough time for it," without another word, Damien pulled out the pouch of coins and took out seven silver coins. Placing it at the top of the wooden counter, "This should be sufficient?" 

The tailor bowed his head, taking the coins from the surface and offering a deep bow, "I will have the dress prepared to the soonest once milady says what she's looking for."

Penny felt Damien's hand on her back, he said, "Get what you need," this time his voice didn't appear to be teasing and he instead walked outside the shop that left Penny confused. One minute he was teasing and another minute he was serious. She saw Lord Alexander follow him out like they had some business. 

"Milady, what type are you looking for? Let's start with the sleeves first and then move to the neckline. Here are some designs you might be interested in," he took the parchment of bind to pull it up on the counter. As he turned the pages, she caught sight of the different designs that were drawn out. Elliot appeared to be much interested in the fabric as he chatted with the tailor while Sylvia helped in giving out her suggestions on what might suit and match. 

One would have thought that the men were bored and had stepped out of the small shop for some air but Damien stepped out staring at something or someone who had walked by. 

"What's the matter?"

"What is the possibility of pureblooded vampires dreaming during broad daylight?" Damien asked his cousin who furrowed his brows. 

"Was it her mother?"

"At least that is what I think who walked by. It would be uncanny though. To have someone follow us so quickly when it has been only a day since we left Wovile and turned up here," his eyes scanned, "I will take a look and come."

"Hmm," Lord Alexander responded to stand outside the shop and see if there was someone who stood out of the normal. 

His dark red eyes continued to stare at the people who walked by, offering their bows where he stood intimidatingly that had people not get too close but still offer their respect for who he was. A black witch would not dare cross and step close to him, not just because he was a pureblooded vampire but most of the witches knew who he was or who his parents were. 

In the past when he had only applied for the council, there had been objections by some of the higher elder councilmen and he didn't have to be told that these were the very people who had tried to frame his mother time and time again and were trying to do the same with him in the fear that he was an ent.i.ty who was a higher being. After all, he was the son of a pureblooded vampire as well as the first generation white witch. 

He had been made to undergo tests to prove that he was not a white witch which had come out to be true as he wasn't one. Once Damien had entered the council soon after some years, he had worked together to get rid of the very same people one by one but there were still some pests who were hard to find out. His hand touched the pendant that rested on his chest. The cross had the charm stone in it which once belonged to his deceased mother. 

Lord Alexander could only hope that the ill fate that had touched his parents wouldn't touch Damien and Penny. With the society that they lived in, people were not just judgemental but also weren't welcoming when it came to the witches.

He looked in the direction Damien had gone in.