Mr. Robinson was a man in his early thirties, who wore a brown coat and had a very thin moustache. He was a man who belonged to the average vampire community like herself who now swayed. His eyes were red and it had Belle wondering how much alcohol was taken in by the man.
"Lady Belle," oh no, thought Belle to herself.
"Mr. Robinson," she greeted wondering how this man had slipped in here. It was probably one of her relatives who had invited him.
"How are you doing? It's been very long since we last met each other. I am so sorry for what happened to your parents. It is a true loss and tragedy."
