Fang Wedding- Dr. Gabriella Van Court Book 4

“Let me help you get that beautiful gown off,” Princess Nina said.

Maxine turned her back to Princess Nina.

“This row of tiny buttons trail al the way down to the curve of your spine. It may take me a while, because I’m still not as quick as  the other vamps.”

Maxine sniffled. “That’s okay. I’m even slower than you are.”

As a hybrid, her vamp skills were improving, but they were far from anyone else she knew—except for Benjamin. They were truly made for each other.

“At least I have fingers instead of rabbit paws, thanks to you, ”Princess Nina said.

Maxine had no idea that the bunny she rescued from becoming dinner and lovingly cared for, was actually Princess Nina. But after the witch who’d cast a spell on the princess died, Penelope, the rabbit, turned back into Princess Nina. She’d been a rabbit so long that her vamp skills still need fine-tuning. But unless Maxine’s mother and father turned her into a complete, one hundred percent vampire, her vampire acumen would remain unpredictable. She wanted to take flight at milliseconds, instead of having to take a running start, which happened more often than she wanted.

Why was she so painfully different?

“Finally,” Princess Nina said.

The wedding gown slipped off Maxine’s arms, and it collapsed in a cloud of white tulle surrounding her feet. A teardrop fell from Maxine’s cheek, and darted into the gown’s bodice.

“Oh, no!” Maxine cried.

Damn those those mortal tears of hers.

Princess Nina touched Maxine’s cheeks, and Maxine’s cheeks immediately dried. “It’’s all right,” the princess soothed Maxine. She then touched the bodice, rendering it free of the salty stain.

Princess Nina extended her hand to Maxine, helped her step over the gown, and hugged her. “There, there. It’s just bridal jitters.”

Maxine rested her head on Princess Nina’s shoulder. “Not all of it. Look how I snivel like a mortal.”

Princess Nina patted Maxine on the back. “Vampire’s get sad, too.”

Maxine looked up and gulped. “But not like this.”

“Yes, like this—minus the tears. You’re special, and so is Benjamin. I believe it was destiny that you two found each other and that you found me.”

“I knew you were special too.”

“Let’s pick up this gown before that bat-crazy seamstress flies in here.”

Maxine giggled, and the two lifted the gown and hung it up on the rack.

“You’re my dearest friend,” Maxine said.

“Mine too.”