Maybe the vampire seamstress did not hate Vienna after all. "Oh, Mistress Olivia... It is stunning," Vienna said. The gown was strapless, made from luxurious emerald green silk. An intricate gold pattern was embossed on the bodice. The dress was beautiful, unlike anything she had ever seen.
Mistress Deborah grinned at Vienna. "I have a feeling His Highness will like it."
Vienna grinned back. "Me too. And it is a good thing because I still have some making up to do with him."
"What's that?" Alex sailed through the door without knocking. "You still have not cleaned up the mess of things with the prince? Why am I not surprised? It's a nice dress, by the way."
Vienna scowled at him. "Did someone invite you in?" There was an old vampire tale she wished were true, that they could not enter o
