Young Master Damien's Pet

Penny looked at the box again, staring at the white dress before she pulled out from it. She could feel her heart beating one beat after another. At first, she was shocked, then surprised, and right now she could feel an overwhelming emotion that started to seep into her skin. She hadn't expected it which was why she fell speechless.

Damien chuckled looking at her expression, "When we were in Valeria I introduced you as my fiance. I realized I wanted to marry you. Does it matter if we marry now or later when it is going to happen eventually," he tilted his head and looked at her with a smile.

"When did you get the dress ready?" Penny asked, staring at the intricate details of the white gown. The sleeves appeared delicate and she didn't dare to hold her hands there but to hold the dress by the waistline of the dress. Damien had never mentioned about going to the tailor or speaking about any dress. She knew Damien was a man of cla.s.s who enjoyed exquisiteness. It was a beautiful gown that had her chest full but also the thought Damien had put after he gave it to her.

"Right after we came back from Valeria. The dress was still in making and I didn't want to spoil the surprise which was worth it," his red eyes stared into her green ones that came to lower down to look back at the dress, "Do you like it?" he asked her.

"It's beautiful," Penny was torn between looking at him and then at the dress which was gorgeous. She had attended a few wedding ceremonies but the place she came from, they never wore something like this. It felt like she was holding a G.o.ddess dress in her hands which was too pure.

When Penny was working in the theater, she had been infatuated with a man but the feelings had never been reciprocated back to her. Instead, she had been framed with words of lies which she had no hand in. Even though Penny had grown to a beautiful girl, a lot of them were always wary over the rumors around her and her mother. And this had only led to no man approaching her. At one point, Penny had come to acknowledge the fact that there might be a time where she might grow old as a spinster with no one next to her.

Penny a.s.sumed a lot of girls wanted to have a grand wedding but more than that, they looked forward to spending their life with that special someone who they would marry. But with no suitors approaching her, there was no way she would ever be able to fulfill that dream back then.

And here she was today, holding a wedding dress that would have never dared to come in her dream. She placed the wedding dress in the box and Damien stood up from the bed, looking at her how she had mellowed down.

"Marry me in the next seven weeks of time, mouse," his hands made way to her hands so that he could hold it in his hands. Pressing his fingers gently on her hands.

Penny couldn't help herself from smiling, "Yes. Yes, I would love to," she replied. The smile was infectious enough to have both of them smiling widely at each other.

"I cannot wait," Damien pulled her into his arms, hugging as he swayed left and right with her in his arms.

Damien had taken his time to pick the designs before having it sent to the tailor to fit Penny's body. He had made sure to inform the tailor that money wasn't an issue and strangely he hadn't bought the dress from Isle Valley. It was from one of the ladies ' tailor two towns next to where the mansion was built. She was a vampiress who was known for a unique style of cla.s.s.

"Thank you," Penny whispered to him in his arms. She pulled away from his embrace to say, "I don't think I would have dared to imagine anything if you didn't come into my life."

"I do that," Damien nodded, admitting her words to be true.

She smiled looking into his eyes, "I don't think I will be able to give my vows right when the time comes but...there's never a right or a wrong time. You have vexed me in the beginning but right now, you are the most important person in my life. I am so used to having you beside me that there are times when I wonder what will happen if you are not there," she gulped down the bubbling anxiety, "I am so happy to have met you, to have known you. Master Damien, you are a man of many layers and I have come to love that onion."

A single tear slipped down her eye to her cheek and Damien caught it with his finger.

Damien said, "You don't have to worry about me not being beside you because I will always continue to exist next to you no matter what. Like I said before, I will love you even if you turn to a black witch. I will love you no matter who you are, or what you turn to because you are the most beautiful person I have known. I promise to wipe the people out who have caused you pain, break their fingers," she laughed hearing this before he continued, "You don't have to feel alone because I will be right here with you, having your back. I have been told I will long so you don't have to worry about it, you're stuck with me for life, mouse."

"I am okay with that," Penny nodded her head. Taking a deep breath of air into her lungs before she released it.

Out of curiosity, Penny asked him, "Why did you say seven weeks?"

Damien was pus.h.i.+ng Penny's hair away from her temple when he said, "I am hoping we can settle the matter with the black witches and some in the council down by then. Also, we need time to get the invitation picked and sent. You will officially be a Quinn."

Penny couldn't stop the smile on her face, now fully clothed and warm in a fresh set of clothes. Happiness radiated from her face. She was happy and eager to see and share the future next to Damien. To think the same man who had annoyed her, in the beginning, was now reaching out to her with his hands open for her, she wondered at what point of the time things had started to change between them.