"Ah, I ruined your dress, little dove" he sighs a little morosely, smiling slightly, drawing my attention away from the door. He lifts a free hand, gesturing at the stains of thick, now burgundy liquid that have splattered over my dress like droplets of rain. I hadn't even noticed. Slowly, he swipes away a strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear carefully, as though it had personally annoyed him. By the time his eyes meet mine again, all I see are the charming hues of sparkling gold. I suck in my breathe.
"I'll have spares." The knock comes again at the door, this time harsher and more urgent. I cringe.
