"SO, that is the vampire guest?" Bridget stood at the atrium of the second floor of the ballroom. Her eyes were intriguingly adhering to the young lady, who she believed was a vampire. The surprise guest she waited for the most since the ball began was right in front of her eyes. "Excellent job, butler!"
"Yes, my Duchess." The head butler, Winston, was standing next to her. After a long time hiding in the dark, he finally showed up. Winston took a glance at the mysterious lady. It was just a coincidence and utter luck to have her coming to the ball. The lady passed out before and woke up at the perfect timing.
