Damien and Penny walked for a long-distance until the witch hunter had stopped following them. Not going back to the mansion immediately, they walked down the road with their hands linked together. Though some of the people gave them looks on how they were showcasing their love by displaying it out in the public, Damien didn't bother with it but only ended up holding her tighter in his hand.
"Let's not do anything today and enjoy our time together. Life has been so busy with everything falling one after another," Damien pointed out as they walked forward, leaving the church way behind them as they had walked for quite some distance now, "Is there something you want to do?"
Penny thought about it, giving it a mind before shaking her head, "I don't think so," there was nothing in particular that she wanted to do and was instead spending her time like this with him was what she enjoyed.
"Then let us keep roaming around. Your aunt won't mind will she?"
"She should be fine," remembering what happened in the dining room today, Penny asked Damien, "Damien, your father asked Maggie to not step out of the house."
"I heard."
"You heard," Penny nodded her head. Nothing went unheard when it came to Damien, "Grace mentioned something about a man."
"How exciting. What do you want to do?" he raised one of his eyebrows at her, "Maggie should know better than to break the rules of the house. My mother and father never wanted Maggie or any other daughter of theirs to bow their head in front of anyone. Don't worry it's just temporary. Maggie will find a way to step out again. Father must be upset that she didn't discuss it and he had to find it out from Grace who only makes things worse."
Penny still didn't understand how the pureblooded vampire's head worked but at the same time, she wondered if the creatures she had come to know had something more that she didn't know of.
They continued to walk down until she came across something very familiar. Her footsteps paused in front of a building that she once used to be frequent here. It was the local theater for the townspeople who couldn't afford to go to the higher end of the theater which was set up for the elite members of the society.
She had worked for a year, is it? Or was it more? Penny didn't remember anymore as it felt like she had crossed over from her past and was looking at something she had left behind. A nostalgic past.
"This is where it all started," she heard Damien say, standing next to her he admired the theater which looked dull and wet because of the rain that had poured down last night.
"What were you doing here? Coming to a local theater?" Penny asked him curiously. She doubted Damien would ever step into something so low looking, especially when he had placed himself on a pedestal. The man had money and class which made her question why and what he was doing here.
"I came to the town looking for a man who had escaped from Isle Valley. Chasing him but then I had Kreme take over the charge of catching him while I stepped in here to see if he had entered the theater. It was a coincidence that I saw you."
"And you sat down?" she asked him.
"That I did. I was quite sleepy and had decided to take a nap but theaters are not a place to take one and instead I picked on waiting for Kreme to return," he iterated the day's event to her, "If the man who was supposed to caught didn't escape to come here, I would have not stepped into this town and if I didn't I wouldn't have seen you. I should probably go thank the man for it," he grinned looking down at her.
Penny smiled and turned to look at the name of the theater, wondering how things were. Before she had to work in the theater because it was one of the easiest ways to earn decent money in which half of the money was cut by the owner before he handed the rest to the actor and actress who worked there.
"Did you enjoy your time here?" he asked.
"I did," she nodded to herself, "Though I didn't have great company to work I still enjoyed it."
Damien looked at the busy theater where people went in and out. For the townspeople and the villagers who lived around this town, entering the theater was one of the exotic places they could ever land on. Even though the local theaters weren't anywhere close to the theaters which was built for the pureblooded vampire society along with the humans who were rich and were of high social standing status, the local theater still cost money which was something the peasants had to gather and save, while using it wisely.
A lower-class man or woman didn't have the luck to enter into the theater that easily unless one saved enough money to survive the week.
"You know what, let's go in," Damien suggested to her, placing his hand on her small back and ready to nudge her towards the entrance which was on the other side of the street.
Penny's eyes turned wide, "Haha, is it necessary to go there?" she asked him. Feeling her resistance, a smile appeared on Damien's face like a devil who smelled something good to torture.
"Hmm, why not? I am sure you would love to greet and meet the people you used to work with. It will be fun," he said, his eyes turning bright and Penny knew when his eyes turned wide with excitement things didn't go well.
"It actually isn't fun. People, there aren't good. I even ended up in the church that day because I had a bad day," she told him, seeing him think thoughtfully before he said,
"Then we should definitely go there. Ah, I can't wait to see the people you worked with," Damien pulled her along towards the theater. Penny wasn't worried about it. It was something else that bothered her, something she had forgotten.