Seven
Nervously, I tugged on the hem of my dress to stop it from riding up. Why did I bother with this uncomfortable piece of crap again?
Oh right, William. I wanted to look good for him. Not that he'd ever complained about seeing me in informal attire, and knowing him, he probably didn't care either. But I did. I didn't want to start rumours and embarrass him. His strict father wouldn't take kindly to such talk.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, my tongue flitting along my elongated teeth. I wasn't supposed to have them out in public, but I hated having them fully retracted. I stopped bothering when I realised nobody cared, not even humans.
At most, I got a comment about how cool it looked and a thumbs-up. Hardly worth dealing with the discomfort of pretending I didn't have fangs.
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