After the separation, Arthur could't get Clara off his mind. He used his family's power and magic, quickly figuring out Clara's identity and background.
He decided to invite Clara to his ancient castle to attend a luxurious ball, so he sent his vampire servant to deliver a gorgeous invitation to Clara.
Clara looked at the gorgeous and somewhat exaggerated invitation letter in her hand, the gold stamp handwriting shimmered strangely in the sunlight, as if it carried some kind of magic, making her heart beat faster uncontrollably. The elegant floral script on the letter invited her to Arthur's old castle for a party just for her.
When Clara told her best friend Mary about it, Mary's eyes widened and held her best friend's hand worriedly, "Clara, this is too sudden to worry about. Do you really want to go? He's ..." Mary wanted to say something, she knew that Arthur's status was extraordinary and had a mysterious and dangerous aura about him.
Clara slightly bit her lower lip, with excitement and curiosity flashed in her eyes, "I know, but I still want to see, my instinct tells me that he won't hurt me." Mary sighed softly and finally nodded, "Then you must be careful and call me immediately if anything wrong happens."
Soon the Dancing Ball came, Clara stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself in a gorgeous dress, and couldn't believe all this. The delicate lace, the dazzling jewels, and the floor-sweeping skirt seemed to pull her from the ordinary world into a dreamy fairy tale in an instant. Her long hair was carefully coiled, and a few strands of hair fell down to the white neck, adding a bit of femininity.
A black limousine was parked under Clara's apartment. The driver respectfully opened the door for her, and Clara took a deep breath and sat inside. The car started slowly and drove through the bustling city streets towards the mysterious castle on the edge of the city.
The scenery along the way gradually changed from high-rise buildings to lush forests, and the road became winding. After a while, a majestic castle appeared. The facade of the castle is covered with dark green vines, swaying gently in the wind, as if telling an ancient story.