Nebula stepped out of her bathroom, a cloud of steam following her as she padded across the plush carpet of her bedroom. Her long, raven-black hair was wrapped in a fluffy towel, and she wore a silky lavender robe that whispered against her skin with every movement. The scent of jasmine and vanilla lingered in the air, a testament to her luxurious bath products.
Her eyes, a striking shade of amber, swept across the array of outfits laid out meticulously on her king-sized bed. Each ensemble was carefully chosen, a potential splendor for the night ahead. Nebula's heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness - emotions she wasn't accustomed to feeling, especially not over a simple date.
But this wasn't just any date. This was George, the fledgling vampire who had captured her attention in ways she couldn't quite explain or at least wouldn't admit.
