Serenity looked down and silently continued her work on mending the purple dress in her hands, paying no heed to Jackson.

The faint smile on his lips gradually faded.

"Stop," he said.

But she continued as if she hadn't heard him, her hands focused on the task.

His eyes narrowed further, and the feeling of jealousy grew even stronger.

It seemed as if she only had the existence of this dress in her eyes.

Or perhaps, Lucas' presence in the dress.

"I told you to stop!" he suddenly snapped,