Chapter 12: My bright star
Arabella descended the stairs leading to the great lounge room where Lady Persephone sat comfortably, waiting for her arrival.
"Good evening, my Lady," Arabella curtsied in front of her then stood in place, eyes downcast.
"And to you as well," Lady Persephone placed her teacup upon its saucer, "Take a seat," she offered a faint smile, gesturing towards the chair right next to herself.
Arabella obliged and for many seconds that ticked after her action, endured the Lady's scrutiny, flicking her own nails together while seemingly avoiding eye contact at all costs.
Lady Persephone examined the young woman from head to toe only to lean back against the chair once done.
Her smile grew a tad brighter before she spoke, "What kind of day was it? The good or the bad kind?"
Arabella turned towards the vampiress but still did not meet her gaze, merely staring at her lap instead, "It was a beautiful day, my Lady,"
"Your colors have returned, so I'd like to believe that," eyes mainly on Arabella's face, Persephone slowly nodded to her own words.
Arabella hadn't crossed paths with Lady Persephone since the night before the previous one, back when Silas had refused to feed on her blood.
Thus, she wondered whether the Lady's words referred to her illness or what had transpired the night following it.
"Your wrist, girl," the Lady demanded calmly.