The clothing store in the town.
"How interesting."
The young man gently inhaled the scent of Julie's perfume.
"Seriously, did you go to the gym?"
Inside the store, the young man sized up Julie's figure, lightly embracing her waist.
"Yeah, I didn't think I could do it either." Julie suppressed the discomfort she felt, enduring the bully's sweet nothings from yesterday, her tone soft as she said, "But I'm a little hungry now. Can you do me a favor?"
"What?" The bully, mistaking her words for a flirtatious advance, replied in a silly, high-pitched voice, "What do you want me to do?"
"It's simple, just a small favor." Julie rubbed her chin and said, "It's your body!"
"What? My body?"
At this moment, the young man slowly closed his eyes, a look of enjoyment on his face as he thought the wrong things. But in the scene he couldn't see, Julie's expression grew increasingly grim, and her mouth stretched to an unimaginable degree, widening like a gaping serpent's maw.
"Thud!"
The woman abruptly pressed down on the young man's shoulder. Her originally neat teeth instantly transformed into sharp fangs, piercing into the young man's flesh like straws.
"Crack."
A few rays of sunlight streamed through the cracks, illuminating the wall. In the reflection, Julie continuously tilted her head back, greedily gulping down the unfortunate fellow's bodily fluids.
"My neck!"
The boy let out a scream, but it was drowned out by the clamor of the crowd outside. Soon after, the cramped cloakroom fell silent once more.
"Hey, how do you like this dress?"
Julie, radiant, emerged from the dressing room. She tossed her long hair and twirled, mimicking a ballerina.
"It's amazing!" Peter grinned, his heart rate quickening at the sight of her graceful figure. "I can't wait for the ball tonight!"
"Yeah." Julie gazed softly at the dressing room. "I'm really looking forward to the ball tonight, too."
Night fell.
The previously quiet Luther Manor was now ablaze with lights.
The old butler, a true veteran who had served the Luther Family since he was twenty, had arranged a vibrant red carpet from the manor entrance to the venue.
It was 9:30 PM, half an hour before the ball was scheduled to begin. Outside the manor, a crowd of men and women in formal attire had already gathered.
"Everyone,"
The old butler cleared his throat, holding a microphone. "Welcome to Luther Manor. Now, please invite your dance partners to join you on the red carpet and partake in this wonderful evening!"
As his words finished, the manor doors slowly opened. The first couple to walk the red carpet seemed a little nervous, but they bravely stepped into the hall.
More men and women walked onto the red carpet together, entering the venue under the guidance of the attendants.
On the large lawn in front of the manor, tables and chairs had already been set up, laden with food.
The waiters moved through the crowd, carrying trays.
Most of the invited guests hadn't attended such a formal ball before, and many seemed somewhat reserved, constantly adjusting their ties or holding their wine glasses in a pretentious manner, trying to present an air of sophistication.
Even when speaking, everyone dared only lower their voices, afraid of appearing rude.
A black stage had been set up in the center of the lawn, equipped with speakers and musical instruments, ready for the upcoming performance.
However, a question lingered in most people's minds: where was the host of the banquet?
Where was the master of Luther Manor? That was the question on everyone's lips.
"He's here!"
Someone shouted, and with that, several searchlights from the top of the manor illuminated the red carpet. Gino and Clark, both in black suits and with upright postures, entered the venue with their dance partners.
However, compared to Gino's confidence and composure, poor Clark was like a stiff robot, taking large strides and nearly dragging down his partner, Lana.
"Clark," Gino said in a low voice, "Follow my steps. Relax, don't be nervous."
"That's right, Clark. I'll guide you, follow my rhythm," Lana also whispered, comforting her partner.
Hearing Gino and the goddess, Clark took a deep breath to calm himself. Under everyone's gaze, he and Lana entered the venue together.
"Everyone," Gino said, releasing Chloe and stepping onto the black stage alone.
Hundreds of eyes were fixed on him, making him the center of attention.
The young man picked up the microphone and said softly, "Now, please enjoy the ball tonight!"
As his voice faded, a light, melodious dance tune began. Under Gino's lead, the restless young men and women quickly let loose. Regardless of their dancing ability, they took their partners' hands and danced joyfully.
"Whew, I really didn't expect you to be such a good dancer!"
Chloe was spun around and around by Gino.
It wasn't until the music stopped that Chloe finally caught her breath.
"So-so."
Gino chuckled. He wouldn't tell Chloe about the things he'd been forced to learn during his miserable childhood. It wasn't just combat skills; he also had to study dance and music, anything remotely high-class. The Luther Family insisted.
A glance at Clark and Lana made Gino cover his forehead.
Compared to his own ease, Clark was making a complete fool of himself.
He either stepped on Lana's shoes or nearly tripped over his own feet.
Let's just say, Clark had a long way to go if he wanted to win over the goddess.
"By the way, where are Peter and Julie?" Chloe asked, looking around with some concern. "I hope they're not in trouble."
"Who knows?" Gino shrugged indifferently, then thought for a moment. "If you're worried about Peter, you can ask my butler. He has the registration list."
"Gino, may I have this dance?"
A girl, seeing Gino and Chloe separate, immediately ran over to extend an invitation.
Gino smiled, "Of course, why not?"
As the music began, Gino embraced his new dance partner and stepped onto the dance floor.
Chloe glanced at Gino, who seemed indifferent, then looked at Clark, who was immersed in a happy moment with Lana. The girl sighed and walked towards the old butler of Luther Manor.
As a friend, she didn't want to see Peter get into trouble.
Chloe stopped the old butler and said, "Sir, is Peter Coulson's name on the guest list?"
"Miss," the old butler adjusted his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the list in his hand, and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but this name is not on the list."
"Perhaps your friend hasn't come to the ball?"
Hearing the old butler's words, Chloe's heart sank.
The thing she'd dreaded most had happened.
Peter hadn't shown up at the ball, and neither had Julie.
"No, I have to go see!"
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