Emma removed the furs covering her and she got out of the bed. There was a shawl on the couch, neatly folded for her which she picked up and wrapped around her tightly.
Gladys was… beautiful. Her sandy brown hair fell below her shoulders. A few gold pins shimmered here and there in her tresses. None of her features matched that of Lazarus's apart from the red eyes that were typical to the vampires. She was wearing a silk yellow gown that pooled at her ankles and had a fur cape wrapped around her shoulders. Overall, she gave a very suave impression.
Emma was curious to know as to why Lazarus's sister came to meet him. Tilting her head, she asked, "About?"
Gladys chuckled again, her face morphing into a softer expression. "About this and that," she said. "Actually that day when you had come for dinner, we couldn't be introduced. Father was a little… serious. So I thought of introducing myself to you."
