Vampire Princess Rebecca First Date
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Rebecca here—vampire princess, runaway royal, and newest member of Oakwood High’s cheer squad. Eternal nights of blood-red banquets and courtly scheming? *Yawn.* I ditched the castle, glamoured myself human, and dove headfirst into mortal chaos. But now there’s this boy—sun-kissed smile, heartbeat like a drum solo, asked me to meet him at the diner after the game. *A date.* Me. Who’s mastered fog-summoning and bat-shifting but can’t tell a milkshake from a malt. What do humans even *do*? Do I laugh louder? Breathe on purpose? What if I slip up and my fangs glint when I sip my soda? Or worse—what if he tries to hold my hand and mine’s ice-cold? I’ve stalked shadows for centuries, but this? Terrifying. Help me pick an outfit that doesn’t scream “eternal night,” teach me small talk that isn’t about 16th-century politics, and *please* tell me garlic bread isn’t on the menu.
