BLADE'S KISS.

─ chapter three.

a small seamstress's shop was situated at the end of quaint narrow lane. it had a wooden facade with intricate carvings and an ornate lettering above the entrance with the title 'royal tailor'. the brown wooden windows and doors contributed to the overall aesthetic.

jennie entered the tiny shop, it welcomed her with scents of lemongrass and rosemary, mostly because the plants were flanked at every inch of the shop's interior.

the interior atmosphere was warm with dark wooden walls and golden hanging lamps scattered across. garments neatly displayed around a central table adorned with hats and accessories. Beautiful picture frames and mirror run along the lengths of the walls. a mannequin nestled at the corner wearing a velvet beige gown and jade accessories.

upon hearing the entry alarm, an old man emerged from a chamber rested at the corner, of what seemed to be the working space, the umber hued door of the room melded seemlessly with the tawny, sturdy walls. He possessed locks of silver and was adorned in a somber brown apron draped over his white shirt.

he adjusted his spectacles to the subdued lightning, and a familiar glimmer appeared in his droppy eyes, "miss, it's you?"

jennie momentarily tensed only to realise that it's not the first time she's here, a slow, gentle smile embraced her face, "Indeed, sir, is bae irene here?" Jennie asked, her eyes canning the room.

"who is bae irene?" the man exclaimed.

"the last time I was here, I met her..." jennie uttered, perplexed.

"last time? who are you?" he inquired.

jennie was completely lost, utterly bewildered at that instance.

Jennie's eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment."sir..a female worker? do you have someone to assist you here?" jennie ventured.

"no young miss, I live alone here. this is my shop. " he replied, his voice firm yet gentle.

suddenly, the bell chimed and the door went ajar once more, unveiling a beautiful young woman exuding exquisite grace. Her complexion bore the hue of alabaster and her luscious ebony locks loosely hastened with a large lace ribbon bow. she had on an ivory white, long sleeved gown with delicate lace trim along the neckline and cuffs.

she had an ethereal allure. her looks looked rich and soft and outfit that accentuated it. Her visage spoke of royalty and nobility.

when her eyes darted to jennie's face, she instantly recognised her by the woman's striking eyes, Jennie's eyes were windows to her soul, conveying depths but veiling mysteries. One glance at those eyes, that pair could easily be distinguished anywhere. She advanced to embrace the lady.
"jane!"

Jennie immediately responded with mutual affection.

Irene's eyes shifted and beheld the figure behind Jennie.
"father!" she exclaimed.

"jane, can you hold on for a moment? I'll be right back." jennie nodded momentarily and Irene departed with the elderly man into the nestled chamber.

After a brief passage of time, Irene reappeared,
"your father?" Jennie inquired curiosity piqued.

"oh, yes, he's been sick for a while now, doesn't remember anything" Irene said in a melancholic tone.

"he addressed me as 'miss', i thought he had recognised me" jennie questioned.

"thats the phrase he keeps repeating incessantly," she paused.
"regardless, it warms my heart to see you jane, i have eagerly anticipated for your arrival"