As Edward slowly walked away from the carriage, the softness that had lingered in his expression after spending those intimate moments with Layla and Samara had already begun to disappear.
His mood was souring.
The reason was simple.
The cameras.
The endless clicking of shutters and the constant flashes had become an irritating background noise that seemed to follow him with every step. Even after the photographers had been forced to give him a little more space, they continued taking picture after picture, clearly determined not to waste a single second of his arrival.
[Master, if you wish, I can cut the lighting around the entire area and plunge this whole place into darkness.]
(And create an unnecessary commotion around here.)
Jarvis immediately retorted with a scoff.
(Master, please bear with it. By tomorrow, you will probably have your face alongside Princess Layla and Princess Samara on the front covers. I guarantee you that. I will even send them my own samples.)
