Music Recommendation: Frog- Helen Jane Long
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Eve looked outside the window, noticing the heavenly-looking trees on which snow had fallen on the branches and leaves passing them as the carriage moved through the forest path. The sun, which had appeared for a moment, had gone back to hiding behind the clouds.
She turned away from the window, and her eyes fell on Vincent, who sat next to her. Like her, he was looking outside the window.
The pureblooded vampire's silver hair gently wavered because of the movement of the carriage. He looked like an ice sculpture, and if it weren't for his black coat and clothes with a white in-shirt that peeked from the little gap in the front, he would easily camouflage with the background of the snowy weather. Feeling Eve's gaze, he moved his red eyes to look at her.
Eve asked him, "Where are we going?" The carriage had turned away from the town's road, riding in the forest.
