Leaning back, she crossed her arms to sit without another word. She didn't want to spoil the mood of them going to the theater. Evelyn knew that Damien was only testing her. It was his habit to test people and get on their nerves until he took the pure enjoyment from it. She let him instigate her as much as he wanted but she wasn't going to step out of the carriage without him.
It was noon now and by the time they reached, with the carriage being pulled over, Evelyn looked outside at the place it had been stopped,
"Is there a new theater here?" she wasn't aware of one here and why it looked like the buildings here were small and not big enough to what she was used to looking when she was dressed the way she was now.
"This, milady, is an old theater," Damien replied to her.
The coachman who had jumped down from his seat, he walked around the carriage to pull the door open. Damien got down from the carriage and then Evelyn got down with a frown on her face. In front of them stood an old oval-like building at the front and up in the flyer which looked tattered, it read 'Minnie's theater'.
Evelyn crossed her hands again, "Please tell me you didn't plan to go to this one," she huffed softly looking at the old building which looked like it could possibly collapse with two or three strong rains being poured down at it.
"You said you wanted to go to the theater and this is what popped in my mind. You don't like it?" Damien turned around to look at Evelyn.
Evelyn in return gave him a tight smile, "Not at all. It will be a decent thing to experience this," she waved her hand. Before walking forward, Damien again gave his hand for her to take. The man had his own flippant attitude which fluctuated left and right that could give a person a headache with the continuous whiplash but she was ready to compromise with it.
They walked towards the entrance until she caught sight of a familiar man who worked for the council. Not directly but someone who handled the resources for more than three to four towns which made him an important person. The man was in his late forties and a human, wearing a hat and his small potbelly which was covered by the shirt and the coat that he wore.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Prescley. Did we make you wait long?" asked Damien to the man, greeting him with a handshake,
"Not at all, Mr. Quinn. It has been less than five minutes since I have been here. I am so glad to see you here, councilwoman Evelyn," Mr. Prescley greeted the vampiress' hand. His kiss lingering longer on the back of her hand which made a smooching sound on her glove that irked her.
"It is good to see yourself too, Mr. Prescley," Evelyn put up a business-like smile on her face. She didn't know what this man was doing here when her time with Damien was supposed to be of spending time together. Unlike others, she couldn't handle the man crisply as they had offers to pull from him. Speaking or treating the man rudely would not only affect her image but she would also have to hear from the council on the mistakes she had made when her record until now had been perfect.
Hearing a drum roll of music being heard when the door opened for a local man who stepped out of the theater with ragged clothes. Internally the vampiress cringed looking at what came outside. The place also had some strange smell which she couldn't express right now. After all, she was a councilwoman who had to know how to handle anything at any time. But at the same time to think she would be going inside like this where she had dressed for the elite theater, she could only silently glare at Damien before pushing her thoughts aside that she would still be able to spend time with him so it didn't matter.
"It is good that you have made time to speak to the council. Regarding the issue with the crops in the fields because of the Winterland that we have, it has been frosting and most of them dying. It would leave very little for the time when Summer arrives where everything will have to be replanted," it was only when what Damien next said did Evelyn's head snap suddenly to look at him,
"Councilwoman Evelyn will be at your disposal to talk to you about it. She is not only a councilwoman but also part of the elder council which would make it easier for you to discuss instead of the back and forth letters."
"What are you doing?" Evelyn asked, anger surfacing in her eyes. He had brought work when she had planned to watch the theater.
Damien gave her a bright smile, "I am making your task easier, councilwoman Evelyn. This way we can complete the work efficiently. Lord Alexander said on how there were some pending matters that were being waited on as the elders have been occupied and are taking the time. I think it would be great to use the time to enjoy the theater as well as complete the work at the same time for both of you," he continued to smile while Evelyn couldn't believe what he had just done.
Evelyn turned to Mr. Prescley, "I would like a word about the same with councilman Damien if you don't mind," she said with a polite smile, taking Damien by his arm, walking to the side she glared at him with untamed anger, "Are you forgetting something? This was supposed to be my time with you-"
"Councilwoman Evelyn, I don't remember you asking me to watch the play with you. Your words were 'Take me to the play' and I have done just that part which not to forget I said I would choose the time and place."