The blood mixed with alcohol smelt strongly on Vivian's pale green dress as she followed the old man who was Lord Nicholas' butler with shaky legs. Though her parents had disowned her without her knowledge, reducing her pureblooded vampire lineage to a mere maid, she had lived a life nothing like it. Vivian who had been under the guidance of Martha and Paul all these years, working for the Carmichael's had never been humiliated to this decree. Mr Carmichael's brother Sullivan did hold an acidic tongue but never had Vivian been so demeaned especially in front of such large crowd.
Her eyes burned with unshed tears and she refused to let it fall. She wasn't hurt but utterly embarrassed for something she didn't do and expect.
The butler stopped at a large door, pushing one side of the door. His movements were slow, expression dull but eyes sharp as he held the door open for her to get in.
