Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Natasha was the epitome of beauty. She was near perfection in the eyes of humans.
These were how much the creatures of the night had been blessed. They had beauty at a level far greater than humans. They were works of art—creatures near perfection. Beings, quite above mankind.
"Done!" The three maids immediately moved away from her.
Natasha examined herself through the mirror and smiled in satisfaction. She advanced to the door to leave, but she was stopped by Ryan, who had walked into the room at the same time. She raised her head and looked at him.
Ryan scrutinized her from head to toe and scrunched his forehead in perplexity. Where was she going, dressed so extravagantly?
Curious, he asked, "Where are you going?"
