"You have ten minutes to get Margie ready. I want to introduce her to everyone. If I hear her scream again, or if she loses even a single strand of hair, none of you will leave this room alive!" Lionel commanded in a cold, low, and chilling voice, then kissed my forehead as if to comfort me before turning and walking out of the room.
He seemed quite at ease leaving me with them. Is he out of his mind? Just moments ago, they were about to eat me alive...
However, it was clear that these two women were Lionel's personal assistants, attending to him closely alongside Lisa. They approached me, scrutinizing me from head to toe.
I cautiously retreated to the far end of the bed. The beautiful dark-skinned woman, Daisy, suddenly said, "I think she looks good in white!"
The golden-haired Phoebe countered, "White? No, she suits purple better. Purple would be more fitting!"
"White!"
"Purple!"
The two were on the brink of a never-ending argument when I sternly interrupted them, "I like orange-yellow, it feels sunny!"
Daisy abruptly grabbed my nightgown and dragged me over. "Regardless of the color, washing up is more practical!"
Being manhandled by these two whirlwind vampire women, I was bound to lose my mind sooner or later!
After washing up, I sat at the dressing table. Daisy gathered my hair and deftly styled it, while Phoebe opened a drawer, pulled out a pile of cosmetics, and quickly applied them to my face, greedily breathing in my scent.
Yet, I noticed that only my reflection was visible in the mirror. What on earth is going on? Why does Lionel have a shadow, but these two vampires don't?! I restrained myself, trying not to ask them such infuriating questions.
"Daisy, her scent is so sweet, I really can't resist taking a bite!" Her gaze slid to my neck, and she exclaimed in surprise, "How bizarre, the master has slept with her, so why is her neck still intact?"
"Phoebe, trust me, the master is absolutely enchanted by this woman. She has a unique and powerful aura. That strike of hers earlier nearly took my life. Didn't you sense her supernatural ability?"
I frowned. "Would you mind not acting as if I don't exist? I'm not your quarry, I'm Lionel's girlfriend, and he hasn't bitten me. He simply loves me!"
"Loves you?!" The two women exclaimed in unison, then burst into laughter as if they had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
"What's the matter with you two?" I thought. They're lunatics!
Daisy stopped laughing. "The master has loved at least a thousand women in two thousand years. At times, he even fell in love with two women simultaneously. How could he possibly fall in love with you?!"
"Even if you have some beauty and a bit of elf blood, you shouldn't overestimate your charm. The woman Baron Albert loved most in his entire life was Princess Sibyl over five hundred years ago!"
"Phoebe, you're wrong. I think the woman the master loved most was Lady Tiffany over eight hundred years ago. That duchess was as beautiful as a celestial being! But then again, his taste has always been so discerning and critical."
Daisy frowned, fiddling with my hair, and continued to ramble, "Actually, Princess Sibyl and Lady Tiffany bore a striking resemblance!" Suddenly, she let out a startled cry, "Phoebe, look at the mirror!"
These two women were used to being easily startled, but treating me, the person involved, as if I were invisible was too much. Didn't they find it strange to look in the mirror when their reflections weren't even there? Wouldn't looking at me be more real?
Seeing them frozen in place, I couldn't help but glance at my reflection in the mirror. After such meticulous grooming, I truly looked like a different person. The usual rough-and-tumble girl had transformed into a high and mighty princess. My long, deep peach-blossom-shaped eyes glistened with moisture, still stubborn, yet as clear as the brightest stars. My oval face was otherworldly and refined, yet subtly alluring, complemented by a high, intricately styled updo that added a touch of sophistication.
I couldn't help but marvel to myself, "So, I can be this stunning too!" Standing next to that despicable baron, I no longer felt inferior. I believed I could completely surpass him!
"Yes, you are truly beautiful!" Phoebe muttered to herself, her eyes widening. "Good God... Good God... Princess Sibyl?!"
Is God also the god of vampires?
Vampires should revere Cain, right? After all, he was the world's first vampire.
"No, it's Lady Tiffany!" Daisy seemed to correct her.
I sighed in exasperation. So, Lionel liked me only because I bore a resemblance to two women he had loved before. Hmph, it must be hard for him to find a woman similar to his past lovers to deceive himself.
However, no matter how much I cared, I couldn't change his past. Whether I could surpass the two women he loved most in his memory—it was a long and arduous journey. Margie still had a lot of work to do!
But why should I demean myself like this?
I couldn't help but laugh at my own persistence. Yes, what would defeating them achieve? I would still be long dead, while the baron leisurely whiled away his endless life. The so-called "difference between humans and ghosts" lay in this. It was better to go with the flow and not live too burdened.
A rose-red strapless gown with a white cape, radiant and stunning, delicate and moving.
Looking at the gown reflected in the mirror, I couldn't help but marvel at women's determination. Daisy had insisted on white, Phoebe on purple, and I on orange-yellow, yet we had all somehow agreed on rose-red. It was strangely unanimous.
This showed that women—whether human or ghost—are always fickle when it comes to dressing up!
What a misfortune. It seemed I would soon have two vampire friends!
They started with the rose-red dress I was wearing, chatting about the fabric, then moved on to what kind of eyeshadow Daisy liked, and from there, to Phoebe's first boyfriend...