If you had told me, back when I first arrived at Arcanum Academy, that I'd spend a Saturday afternoon planning a romantic date for a princess, I would have laughed. Or maybe bitten you. Vampires, after all, are supposed to be masters of the night, creatures of seductive mystery not adolescent disasters with a soft spot for awkward royalty and snacks.
Yet here I was, in my dorm room, clutching a checklist that would make any villain proud and any party planner faint. I'd read somewhere possibly on the back of a chocolate frog card that romance was all about details. Or perhaps it was all about not letting your paramour's parents discover your plans until it was too late for magical intervention. Details. Danger. Delicious pastries. Surely, that was the trifecta.
