The monster's face hardened the moment he heard it. Jaw clenched like stone as he slowly turned toward the approaching footsteps.
"Are you—Oh," Grayson paused. "Looks like a guest is intrigued."
My knees suddenly wobbled. Surely, the monster wouldn't take offense at my boss relating to me, right? Of course, he's my boss.
My stalker didn't say a word and just simply stared at Grayson who was focused more on me.
"Ms. Vlyrissa reached out to me. Congratulations, Zerali. She wants you to make a second dress for her. One to be worn on that day."
A small flame of excitement burnt in me. "Thank you, s—"
"Do you always address your staff by their first names?" The monster asked coldly. "Sounds unprofessional to me."
And just like that, the flame flickered and died.
"Excuse me?" Grayson a
