Wedding Bells & Cinnamon Rolls

1 - Come On and Marry Me Bill

"Where's Thyra?" Jordyn asked, closing the door. She grabbed her mother's shoes, put them on the floor, and sat down, dark green skirts swishing along the floor.

Magnus claimed the other unoccupied chair, hooking one foot over his knee. "With her nanny in our room. I'll have them come down for the reception."

Autumn grinned, letting the conversation about Magnus's adopted three-year-old granddaughter ease her nerves. Behind her, Marnie hummed a song as she added diamond clips to Autumn's hair, completely oblivious to the fact that Magnus Solberg was a vampire.

As were most of the wedding guests.

And Autumn's fiancé, Corbin Westbrook.

Three years ago, she hadn't known vampires existed outside of popular media. That was, until she accepted a job providing pastries and desserts for Corbin's fancy gathering for good vampires—or Knowing, as they called themselves. During those whirlwind two weeks at his Ashford Estate in Williamstown, Massachusetts, Autumn had been courted by Corbin and nearly died when she was attacked by the bad kind of vampire—a Fallen. Corbin had saved her, revealing his own vampiric nature, and the rest, as they said, was history.

"How was Corbin when you left him?" Autumn asked as Marnie tucked the veil's clip into the back of her hair.

Magnus chuckled and re-crossed his legs. "Wearing a hole in the floor."

Autumn laughed, too. Corbin was notorious for stressing himself out over big events. It was something Autumn was trying to help him work through, but habits that were two centuries old were hard to break. Her husband-to-be was an academic and painter at heart; parties were not his cup of tea. At least their guest list was small and they didn't have any vampire masters breathing down their necks.

Speaking of masters ... Autumn had asked Corbin about those mysterious ancient vampires, but he said they wouldn't make an appearance with humans in attendance.

Secretly, Autumn was glad none of them were coming. She'd never met one before, but according to Corbin, they looked like little masked figures in heavy, concealing robes.

Creepy.

"There," Marnie pronounced, patting the top of Autumn's head gently. "All done. You look beautiful, girl."

Slowly, Autumn lifted her eyes from their position on the floor. In the mirror, her reflection's mouth rounded in a small "O" of surprise. Was that really her?

The make-up artist had given Autumn a light, natural look, with a touch of green and gold eye shadow, minimal mascara, and lipstick that was a shade darker than her normal tone. Marnie had styled her hair so that it was half-up, half-down; diamond clips in the shape of stars sparkled as Autumn turned her head left and right. A small emerald tiara perched on the crown of her head; no matter how hard she pressed Corbin, he wouldn't tell her the price.

"Let me spoil my fiancée on her wedding day," was all he said with that maddening grin of his.

Jordyn had already claimed the tiara as hers for when she got married.

Taking a deep breath, Autumn smoothed her hands down the front of her gown. As much as she hated spending Corbin's money—money she herself had not earned—she had to admit that this dress was worth it.

The dress, which she had bought at Kleinfeld's in New York at Corbin's insistence, was a simple A-line with off-the-shoulder cap sleeves and lace appliqués in the shape of leaves and flowers—a nod to Corbin's love of gardening. The bodice was cut low, but not so deeply as to give guests a front-row seat to her breasts. Now the back ... well, that was a little more daring than Autumn had expected to like; it dipped to mid-spine, which meant that she had to wear these absurd pasties to give her boobs support. Jordyn laughed so hard when Autumn first tried them on that she nearly choked on her sandwich.

The train spilled in a soft puddle at her feet, reaching three feet behind her when properly spread out. Autumn flicked it out of the way when Marnie knelt on the floor to position her feet into the flat, comfortable shoes. Sure, she could have worn elegant heels, but as someone who was on her feet a lot in the bakery, Autumn preferred comfort over design.

"Mom, you look amazing," Jordyn said, coming up behind her.

Beaming, Autumn reached behind her and gave her daughter's arm a squeeze. They stood there framed by the mirror, Autumn in her wedding gown and Jordyn in her dark green, floor-length bridesmaid dress with spaghetti straps. Marnie hovered behind, the top of her thick curly blonde head just visible over Autumn's tiara.

"Magnus, could you take some pictures?" Jordyn pulled her phone out of the dress's hidden pocket and passed it to the older vampire.

"Certainly."

The door cracked open and the wedding planner stuck her head in. "Five minutes, Ms Milford."

"Okay," Autumn replied, taking a deep breath. Oh, God, it was time. Tiny butterflies sprang to life in her belly and she took another drink of water to quell their excitement. Maybe she should have another mimosa ...

Marnie reached down and grabbed Autumn's bouquet from where it rested next to the mirror. "Here."

Magnus took a few photos of the three women, then handed Jordyn her phone. Walking up to Autumn, he crooked his elbow and held it out to her. "Ready?"

Tilting her chin up, Autumn smiled at the Norwegian vampire and took his arm. "Yes."

Magnus grinned. "Let's go, then."

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