Vampyre Bride ✔️

The languid dust motes danced in the sunbeams filtering through the sheer drapes of the garret window, a quiet tableau of London morning. Emma Lucas, perched before a patinated looking-glass, mocked her own reflection.
"Why, Emmaline, I daresay you have the most delightful teeth of any lady in London!" she chuckled, a wry smile playing on her lips. She scrutinized her plain features, seeking any hint of admiration, but found none. Her morning gown, a simple, unadorned muslin, perfectly mirrored her own unassuming presence. She longed for a life beyond the confines of her uncle's house on Milk Street, a life filled with the adventures she devoured in her books.
The aroma of kippers and tea wafted up from downstairs, signaling breakfast. Her uncle, a stickler for punctuality, would not suffer tardiness. As she gathered her pens and diary, the familiar voice of her younger sister, Millicent, echoed from the hall. Emma sighed, knowing her brief solitude was about to end.
