"You look absolutely stunning, my fair lady," Lancelot said, his voice almost an octave lower.
"Thank you," Seraphina blushed, trying hard to stop the smile from spreading across her face.
When did he become this charming?
"You don't look bad yourself," She returned the compliment.
She wore a simple grey dress with a V neckline. The sleeves reached her wrist, cascading in a sheer, flowing fabric. A fitted corset bodice held her waist in place where the rest of the dress flowed down to sweep the ground behind her.
Lancelot on the other hand wore a black long-sleeved shirt and crisply ironed black pants. His well-polished shoes added to the confidence he exuded. His silver hair this time was combed back, reaching his shoulders while some strands kissed his face.
"Shall we?" Lancelot extended his hand, as they walked to his carriage. He helped her climb in before following her in. And soon they left the residence of Seraphina's home.
