Full Summary:
In a time of witch burnings and suspicious minds, Grace Drache, the daughter of the First House of Shapeshifters of the Night World has to maintain a secret identity. The 1800's isn't safe for any Night World creature much less royalty. With both her parents being dead, Grace has all their responsibilities on her delicate shoulders. She is engaged to a wealthy, handsome shapeshifter to secure her family's financial status. While designing her wedding gown, her designer, Andrew Jonas falls in love with her, but his hiding secrets of his own.
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Prologue: Black at a Funeral
She watched as her older brother and older relatives carried her mother's coffin away. Grace Drache hadn't shed a tear during the entire service. She was in too much shock to even comprehend what had happened. She lost her father a year before to the Night World trials in America. They had taken him away and now her mother was gone because of the same reason. Her dad had gone for business and he never even came back.
"Are you okay?" her best friend Ethan Harman tapped her shoulder, "the service is over. Would you like to go home?"
"In a minute," she replied shaking her soft blonde curls and removing the black veil, "all these people wish to comfort and greet me. Its only fair I stay."
"Good enough."
"Hello Grace. They're taking mother's coffin to the graveyard. I just couldn't bare to go with," came her brother, Matthew.
"Oh Matthew," she said embracing him, "we'll get over it. Together."
"How are you feeling? I mean your wedding is coming up, who's going to help you? You know I'll do all I can to assist you."
"That's where I come in Matthew," said Ethan.
"Ah I truly appreciate everything you do for my sister. Could I have a word?"
"Sure." And Ethan followed.
"Please look after her. I'll keep her safe at home but when she's busy with her wedding you have to do your best to help her. I know my sister, she's just too naïve. She'll believe almost anything if it gets her through the day."
"Matthew, I swear I will look after Grace in any way possible."
"Thank you." They walked back to the front of the chapel where Grace and their aunt Natalia were talking.
"Oh don't you stress Aunty Natalia, I'll be fine," said Grace.
"I hope so," replied their aunt, "now your mother left a will."
"Aunty if you don't mind, I'd rather not do this today."
"Oh sure sweetcake."
"Shall we go home now Ethan?" asked Grace.
"Of course."
There was a carriage waiting for them outside the chapel. The London day was gloomy and rainy. It fitted all their moods perfectly. They passed a shop which had the most beautiful dresses Grace had ever seen. The owner sat outside which was a bit odd, but there was something about him…
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