On the day of the banquet, Elias stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his newly changed formal attire. His gaze then shifted to Luna's reflection in the mirror.
Her big blue eyes had been fixed on him for a while. Elias smiled and asked, "How do I look?"
Luna couldn't tear her eyes away from her brother. She beamed with pride, "Bro, you look amazing! No one at the party will be as dashing as you!"
"That's just sibling bias," Elias chuckled, shaking his head. "The vampire society is full of beauties and hunks. I'll just blend into the crowd."
"Not at all!" Luna huffed. "Those guys are as pale as the dead, creepy and gloomy. What's there to like? I prefer how you look, bro!"
As they talked, Isabella, who had spent a long time getting ready in the walk-in closet, finally emerged.
"What are you two chatting about?"
Elias turned to her, his expression immediately one of awe.
