Two Days to the Wedding.
The palace's main gate creaked open, and a royal black carriage rolled in, flanked by vampire guards on horseback.
Moira stood at the top of the grand staircase, wrapped in a flowing cream gown of velvet and silk, her hands nervously wringing together. Her heart thundered as the carriage came to a halt and the footman opened the door.
Her mother, Anna Miller, stepped down first, dressed modestly in a dark green traveling gown with a fur shawl around her shoulders. Worry lined her face. Her husband, Matthew, followed—tall, stern, dressed in a formal dark cloak with embroidered cuffs. His jaw was set, his eyes immediately scanning the palace walls with caution and disdain.
Moira couldn’t wait a moment longer. She descended quickly, her slippers nearly silent on t
