𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄, Elijah quietly fiddled with his phone, checking in on his useful eyes that he still had residing in Mystic Falls.
The original had been politely asked out of the dressing room after a multitude of dresses, mountain loads of compliments as if every dress was more perfect than the last, which in Amaryllis' eyes left his commentary null and voice.
So instead, Elijah was left out to his whims whilst the young Lexington finished her decision on which dress to wear for the night, despite having little to no knowledge of exactly what they were doing.
This left Elijah enough time to replenish his hunger, constantly being in the mere presence of someone who smelled so fruitful and whose presence was so enticing left the vampire's stomach bare and fangs protruding.
That being said, he'd already given his word that he wouldn't drink from the woman unwilling so he took to an alternative, downing a scattered amount of blood bags after having left the dressing room.
Nonetheless, as he stood in the room alone, most of the workers had already been sent away only one having been asked to stay by Amaryllis as she did need a more honest and less complimenting opinion of whatever dress she decided to put on.
Although Elijah quickly found that the dress was already picked, given the soft clicking sound of thin heels making their way over to him causing the man to joyously look up from his device, not expecting his breath to be stolen by the sight before him.
