Chapter 77: Market-V

Edward Harland, the vampire saw Elise as he passed by the store to see her face by chance. When he entered the shop, he saw how Elise who had wanted to take the thread was beaten by a step by a human girl who seemed to be wealthy judging by the way she had boasted herself.

He didn't stood there doing nothing and was about to help her when he saw how her blue eyes were bright even as the two women had mocked her. She was still able to reply with a polite tone and although usually people would often feign their politeness as a sarcasm, Elise was different.

Fascinating, Edward thought with a smile. Since the first time he had met Elise he had never heard such a peaceful sounding heartbeats. Something about her was different than the women he met, she looked docile like a doll but she wasn't soulless, her eyes were soaring high even when she was on the ground. His feeling grew as he met Elise again and somewhere in his heart, he felt that he wouldn't be satisfied unless and until he had make her as his own.

Elise left the store after the ruckus created by Lady Monica and her mother. Carmen and Vella still held strong their disappointment which were clear to their eyes. As Elise needed the golden thread, they entered another shop of thread and as they entered Elise net the shopkeeper to ask,

"Excuse me miss do you perhaps have a thread in golden color?"

The lady looked at the shelf beside her to hum, "I will have to look at it,"

"Please do." replied Elise and the lady left the place where they were, Carmen and Vella who felt wanting to see around went around the shop once again, leaving Elise not too far from them.

"Excuse me, beautiful lady." Elise turned her face to meet bright red eyes which looked glowing as he entered the shop which she noticed he had just entered the shop as the door was about to close.

"I see that I was right, it is you Miss Scott." Edward called, offering a polite smile which she returned back politely.

"Mr. Harland." she bowed for a greeting which the man returned by taking off his hat he bent his arm over his chest.

"What a coincidence, a good coincidence if I have to say." Edward smile, his fang showing out from the corner of his lips.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Harland." she replied with a smile, looking to find that the man had come alone to a thread shop which seemed a little out of odd but she didn't question as each people had their own hobby.

"Afternoon to you to. Are you hear to buy thread, Miss Scott?" The man continue to engage conversation and as Elise didn't saw the harm to answer his questions she gave him a nod.

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"Yes, the snow will come around the corner, I came to by some thread for weaving." replied Elise and the man nodded in agreement.

"That's true, the winter in Warine is very harsh I would suggest you to put on more layers than only a coat and scarf. I remember there were more death cases out of the coldness in the Church."

"Thank you for the warning, I will keep it on mind. Mr. Harland are you also here to buy threads?" she questioned seeing that he didn't seem to hold interest in the threads around the shop.

"Yes, my family's business are tailoring though my elder brother is now the one who is taking over the business she often asked me to lend her a little help as it is my holiday today I didn't see why not to." Elise was a little unexpected by the revelation and as though he noticed, Edward spoke, "A little surprise isn't it? People often think that a tailor isn't a suitable job."

"That is not what I meant, I apologize if I had offended you." Elise said, thinking that perhaps she had looked at him in a way which he took as offensive. "I just thought that you was a son of a nobleman." she replied, which she thought was true as Edward had dressed himself very poshly.

"Actually you're not wrong. I am, though it's a family business it is from my mother's family. My Family's shop is around the third block of the street." which was the fanciest street, Elise thought. "It is called the tailor of Enny, please do come if you have time."

"I will try," Elise said, unable to promise as she didn't think she would be able to afford a dress from the shop with her income.

"I must be getting in your way of shopping now, do I?" he asked making sure that he hadn't get in the way of her shopping.

"No, I was just waiting for the moment. Don't you have to buy your threads Mr. Harland?"

"I will, I'm currently waiting for the shopkeeper. Do you came here alone?"

"I came with my friends." just as she had said the words, the shopkeeper came back from the back of the store to find another customer and bowed before turning her face toward Elise to say,

"I'm sorry miss but the thread is currently out of stock."

Elise hummed in understanding. Then she asked, "Do you perhaps know if there are any other thread shops around here?"

The woman took time thinking, "Perhaps around the corner of the left street just go straight and turn right when you found a bakery."

"Thank you," replied Elise, she then turned her face toward Edward and say, "I will have to go now, excuse me." as she was about to walk then Edward stepped a little forward and called to get her attention.

"If you are not busy after this, may I accompany you to a carnival near here, Miss Scott? I promise to send you back home."

Elise was surprised by his sudden question, she gave a thought perhaps Mr. Harland did held a feeling for her which at first she doubted to be true. But if it was true then it would be better to refuse him now as she is in love with the Lord, thought Elise.

"I'm sorry," she replied turning his invitation which made Edward to look at her first, finding her to be odd. He was someone who was well known even amongst the other lands and to say shamelessly he was also famous with women. But Elise was different, the first time she had looked at him, she didn't have the same intention as the other women he had made, making him to have his interest piqued.

One have said that once something didn't go on your way it will instead make you feel more intrigued and it was right, thought Edward.