Highland Vampire
“There were some members of the clan who had fretted over the day's weather, but Maev was not one of them. She cared not if it rained or snowed or rained and snowed. There was no force of nature strong enough to dampen her spirits on this magical day—her wedding day."Hold still, Maev, or else I'll never get this wreath of flowers to lay straight on yer head."Maev took a deep breath and tried to obey her mother's orders, but it was difficult. Her nerves were a tangled mass, and the only bit of relief she could find was in constant movement."All done?" Maev asked in a restless tone, straining to see her reflection in the thin sliver of mirror that was one of her mother's most prized possessions."Goodness, lass, ye'd try the patience of a saint!" the older woman exclaimed, but after a final adjustment, she stepped aside to let Maev view the results of their morning's work."Is that really me?" Maev asked in a quiet voice."Aye," her mother replied, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
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