"You look absolutely stunning, my fair lady." Lancelot said, his voice almost an octave lower.
"Thank you," Seraphina blushed, trying hard to stop the smile from spreading across her face."
When did he become this charming?
"You don't look bad yourself," She returned the compliment.
She had worn a simple grey dresss with a V neckline. The sleeves reached her wrist with a cascading sheer flowing down. A fitted corset bodice held her waist in place where the rest of the dress flowed down to sweep the ground behind her.
Lancelot on the other hand wore a black long sleeveed shirt and black pants crisply ironed. His well polished shoes adding to the confidence he exuded. His silver hair this time was combed back, reaching his shoulders while some strands kissed his face.
"Shall we?" Lancelot extended his hand, as they walked to his carriage. He helped her climb in before following her. And soon they left the residence of Seraphina's home.
