Going to the room, Damien couldn't tell how much he enjoyed Penny's feistiness. If it was possible he would want to read what went in that mind of hers. With Penny who had accepted him wholeheartedly now, he could feel and read her emotions without much difficulty. One minute she felt down and then the next minute he could feel the evil aura around her as if she were plotting something very big before it turned to an emotion of happiness.
"This is for you," he said, pushing the box in her mind and she stumbled back slightly as she hadn't readied herself to receive the box as a gift.
"Me?" a smile formed on her lips.
"So easy to please. Didn't I tell there was nothing between Evelyn and me, yet here you are," he flicked her forehead making her cry softly.
"Ouch!"
"What an anxious girl."
"But you spent time with her, I mean…" she trailed her words before saying, "You are someone who refuses if you don't like it. I know you did it for me but I also know you could have handled it in another way."
"Your words show a lack of trust in me, Penny. Do you not trust me anymore?" the smile on his lips dissipated and he looked at her, a look of disappointment crossing his features, "There will be times when I will need to go out with women, to get favors but I wouldn't touch them. The time spent would solely be for the council and work purpose. Are you going to be like this all the time?" he asked her.
Penny held the box tightly in her hand, "Would you be fine if I spent my time with men?"
"I know you wouldn't do anything with them and that I have your sole attention," Damien smiled, raising his eyebrows.
"I know that too," she sighed, not knowing what to say. It wasn't that she didn't trust Damien but knowing and seeing him with other women, it made her feel uncomfortable. And she knew he enjoyed looking at her squirm and worry! This sadist, thought Penny to herself, staring at him to see a spark in his eyes.
She opened the box to see a black dress in it. Penny placed the box down on the bed, pulling the dress out of it to see the length and glory of how it looked. Did he get it just for her? That meant he hadn't spent his time with Lady Evelyn.
"Wear this. We'll be going out," Damien informed, going back to look at the mirror to check himself out.
"Now?"
"Mhmm," he responded back, "I didn't get this ready for nothing," he said waving his hand across himself up and down. Penelope bit her lip, nodding and going to the bathroom to wear it. Once she had worn it, she zipped the gown from behind, reaching her hands as much as she could to pull up the zipper.
The black gown was beautiful. Covering her back and front until the base of her neck which was transparent from the top of her bosom. Her sleeves went until her wrists which fit herself snuggly. She stepped out once she was ready. Tying her hair at the base before twisting the sides of her hair to put it in the pony. It wasn't a hairstyle an elite would carry but it looked good on her. Stepping out of the room, she saw Damien who was fiddling with the spellbook which was a vegetable book to him.
Sensing her presence in the room, Damien looked up to stare at Penny who was ready. He stared at her for a couple of seconds more leaving Penny fidgeting if she had to refix her hair or dress.
Damien stood up, "Time to leave. Grab your coat," he said without a word of compliment on how she looked right now.
Penny picked up her coat and walked out of the room alongside Damien. Penny didn't have to know where they were going because she already had an idea about it. Especially considering the time they were leaving the mansion to go out. But at the same time, she doubted if that was where they were going.
"Are we going to the theater?" she asked, unable to keep her curiosity. The night theater usually started late at night, almost at the stroke of twelve but right now, it was only six in the evening.
"What do you think? Or what do you want?" Damien gave her the option to choose. His eyes shifting from looking outside the window of the carriage at the passing trees to shift his attention to her.
Penny's lips parted, thinking on what to ask him.
"We will go wherever you want to go," Damien stated, the dark depth of his eyes holding her still.
"I don't mind whatever you pick," she gave the option back to him. Unlike Damien, Penny wasn't too vocal about her needs but that didn't mean he couldn't sense her feeling wavering up and down with her heart beating loud enough for him to hear.
At her small gulp, Damien gave her a sinful looking smile, "Let's go to the theater which I have picked. I have asked them to play something better," that didn't exactly answer her question on where they were going but considering that it was the time of the evening, she assumed it was the normal play.
The carriage rode until it reached the theater, the coachman stepping down in front of a large building which was stark apart from what he had driven earlier at the time of noon. The building was tall and wide, painted black in color which would camouflage itself during the time of night as if it did not exist.
He opened the carriage door, bowing his head down where Damien and Penny stepped down from it.
"You can go back to the mansion. You don't have to come pick us up later," Damien instructed the coachman who bowed his head again and got on the carriage to leave the front of the theater, heading back to Delcrov's mansion.