Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Thirty Seven: Lisa

Getting out of the bed in the same cautioning rush, I put on the slippers and decided to adjust my dress.

I wasted no time as soon as Edward was out of my range, heading towards the village to meet Malcolm and others.

I went to bathroom that according to my supposition should’ve stayed on the right side of his bed. I unbolted the knob and dashed my face into the fresh cold water in the sink.

When my dress was finally fit and lovely like the last night, I loosened my hair from the burden of clips and more.

The curly strands bounced on my chest and back and stilled there, taking away any evidence of drowsiness.

My eyes were wide awaked and conscious and so was my mind to bear yet another one of my life’s complications.

Had I expected it? More than anything but I was glad that Edward kept his promise to me and stayed with me the entire night—despite the accident.

It took me though half an hour to induce him into believing that I was unharmed and unhurt by his bite.

I hoped the next time we make out he wouldn’t be too hard on his inner demon.

I turned around on my heels and decided to stalk after him. It was time.

Much to my luck the door wasn’t locked and I could easily slip out without anyone knowing—well actually one person but he was easy to persuade.

As much as dark it was in this house at night, the morning in here was twice as bright.

Every corner, even the darkest and narrowest ones were illuminated without a single trace of a lurking shadow.

It was almost dazzling to my human eyes and just as alluring.

I dawdled slowly downstairs, taking in every bit of the handsome vista his magical house had to offer.

The hallway that he carried me through last night wasn’t dim anymore let alone scary and I could actually see the very scarce furniture decorating the foyer; a chaise lounge, loveseats, glass tables, showcases, bookcases and whatnot.

The long pillars supported the roof that had vibrant art depicting vampires’ history in a rather attractive manner.

I had to wonder. Where was I? This house wasn’t like the other ones and from the little luxury and style it seemed rather like a miniature architecture of a castle.

I thought the hall was missing a chandelier but then I figured it’d be too distracting from the art that was carved on the walls so perfectly like pamphlets telling the stories of ancient treasury.

I knew Edward was my aim right now but a little snooping around wouldn’t hurt.

Besides I’d been living with vampires for more than a week now, it wouldn’t hurt to actually finally learn something about them.

The museums had always piqued my interest and Edward’s house wasn’t less than a historic treasure. If only I could find books around here.

My eyes budged to the painting that was beaming vigorously in all its glory across the hall, hanging through a peg on the wall.

It was more vibrant than the paintings, more colorful than the rainbows and more fantastic than unicorns and chocolates.

The painting depicted love and care and an everlasting longing for your mate. The smiles on the faces of the characters in there were genuine, like it wasn’t a pose meant for the artist but it was rather a sign, a token of love for their mates.