193 Little heart

It was past midnight when the carriage pulled over in front of Dawson's residence. The moon had moved up and high in the sky, while some of the lanterns hanging outside the houses had dimmed flames or had exhausted themselves because of the lack of oil inside them. 

As Vincent sat next to the carriage door, he stepped down the carriage and turned around to face Eve, who put one foot of hers on the small stool. 

"You and shoes don't get along, do you?" Vincent remarked on seeing her shoe strap had unbuckled itself again. 

Noticing the pureblooded vampire's eyes on her foot, Eve tried to hide it behind her gown. But in an attempt to do that, she missed her footing. Like a cat thrown into a bucket of cold water, her hands flailed, and she used one of her hands to grip the edge of the carriage's door.