Forced to marry her

Chapter 6

freen's POV

Today, I'm determined to find out if that little one is truly my mate. In our belief, the mate connection is strongest during an eclipse. And tonight, the eclipse will occur precisely at 11:11 p.m., according to the news.

It has become tradition to hold a grand gathering during this time, and the mansion will be open to everyone. Food will be prepared, and a small celebration will take place. This event was planned last week, just before I left for a business trip. Everyone is excited—not only because it's a celebration of the moon, but also because it's the time when vampires of legal age find their mates.

Some find their mate on an ordinary day, feeling their heart race while looking at that person. But there are times when we make mistakes and choose the wrong match. That's why we await this annual event with such anticipation.

Yes, I've been waiting for my mate, too. I'm already 100 years old and have yet to find a sign of my mate. But that changed when I met her. Still, I need to be sure.

I head downstairs to check that everything is in order. The gates to the mansion will open at exactly 8 p.m. The food is being served in the garden, with a variety of dishes and desserts prepared. A small stage has been set up for announcements, and decorations have been perfectly placed around the grounds.

I call a maid over and instruct her to have the guard open the gates. It's nearly 8 p.m.

Deciding to dress appropriately, I go upstairs and put on a white gown. When I return downstairs, all eyes are on me. The guests bow, showing their respect, but I continue walking until I reach the stage and take hold of the microphone.

"Welcome, everyone, to this annual gathering. I know how important this night is for all of us. I hope you enjoy the celebration. Now, let's raise a toast!" I say in a calm voice.

Everyone lifts their glasses, and together, we say, "Cheers!" Some glasses are filled with wine, others with blood; during events like this, both are allowed, and we have attendants managing the drinks.

As I step down from the stage, I notice something odd. I still haven't seen Mr. Armstrong's granddaughter. Where could she be? Does she dislike parties?

I move around the garden, greeting those who acknowledge me, yet there's still no sign of her. I can't even catch her scent.

Deciding to ask directly, I approach Mr. Armstrong. "Butler Armstrong," I say, and he immediately notices me, bowing.

"Yes, master?" he responds.

"Does your granddaughter dislike parties?" I ask. she looks surprised, likely wondering why I'm inquiring about her.

"A... Ah, Master... she's still preparing. She overslept earlier," she says, stammering.

"Oh, is that so?" I reply, and she nods.

I walk away, leaving him with a puzzled expression. So, the little one overslept? She even forgot about the party. Well, it's still early. I'll enjoy myself first and deal with her later.

I walk over to the drink station, where an attendant hands me a glass of blood. It's sweet, but I can't help but wonder about the taste of her blood. The thought makes me crave it, but I need to restrain myself. I'll uncover the mystery between her and me soon enough.

Author's Note:
Hi, everyone! Just got home from training and decided to write this chapter. Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading! ✨

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