Vivian filled the two glasses with the jars of blood and alcohol that was placed at the corner of the room closed the lid of the jar that had blood in it. Humans who worked for the pureblooded were taught not to flinch at the sight of blood in the jars or glasses when served. Because, none of the vampires would take the expressions of the maids or servants lightly when it was something that the night creatures consumed.
Using the thin steel rod to mix the alcohol that poured into the glass, she placed it on the small table.
"Ms Vivian," she heard a familiar voice and she turned with a smile seeing it was Jerome Wells. His curly hair looked shinier than the last time she had seen him and it was very long since they had met.
After Mr and Mrs Carmichael's death, it seemed like Jerome hadn't visited the mansion except for the time of their funeral.
"Mr Wells," Vivian bowed her head before lifting up, "I didn't know you were invited here too."
