Vlad and Chloe were sitting in the outdoor dining area of the restaurant, separated from the road by a railing, when he was ambushed.
All eyes turned towards the fallen man and the striking woman standing beside Chloe. She had raven-black hair tied in a low bun, with a few strands framing her ethereal face.
Her skin was pale, and her deep-black eyes stared down at the rich cad who had been about to touch her precious daughter. She wore a simple gown of undyed linen that reached her ankles, ending above a pair of plain shoes. Yet, even such a modest outfit couldn't diminish her beauty, which left the other customers catching their breath. She didn't look a day older than thirty.
Vlad immediately recognised her voice, even though it had been almost a decade since he had last seen her. His crimson eyes widened, faint moisture appearing in them.
"M-mama," Chloe gasped, her eyes widening upon seeing her.
