Page 92 of Charmed, I'm Sure
We have less than a month before the wedding that Miles finally convinced me to do. When he told Mabel that our wedding was next, I didn’t think he was being serious. Why would I? Wolves never do weddings, even if he said his Alpha broke tradition by having a wedding to his Luna. I still didn’t believe him really. But then wedding magazines started showing up at my house, followed quickly by him dropping subtle hints about color schemes and what would be the perfect time of year for a wedding in Pumpkinridge.
I think what is more terrifying is I still haven’t met his parents outside of the forced video calls that he’s shoved in my face. His mother was lovely, even if she’s a bit much. For someone who is used to parents ignoring their veryexistence…it’s been a learning curve to adjust to daily check-ins and weekly video chats. His dad though…hasn’t been very chatty and only leans over during the weekly calls to add a handful of words and head nods to the conversation. I feel like his dad and I are going to find common ground with each other. We clearly are the quiet ones to the bubbly partners.
Miles was also granted permission to invite not only his parents but also his old Alpha and Luna along with their children will be allowed into Pumpkinridge for the wedding. Which I do love for him. I might not be excited about a bunch of new people to meet, but I am glad that he will have someone from his past life here supporting his new life.
My iced coffee has perspiration sliding down the glass as I sit outside Hex & Harken Cafe waiting for Elora. It’s one of the last few warmer days that we have before my favorite season, fall, comes. I wish we had fall weather all year around, but the amount of magic it would take to maintain that…not possible.
I smear my thumb through one of the falling droplets, wiping it across the frosted glass. I’m supposed to be meeting Elora today to discuss my dress. I decided to order it from New York City, per her demands. She has been following all the wedding fashion since Miles mentioned the whole “we are getting married” thing to her. When the two of them are in the room chatting animatedly about all the wedding details, I usually will find whatever spell book I can disassociate into because I swear by the moon and stars that I would rather readFoundational Principles and Theoretical Frameworks of Multi-Generational Binding Agreements: Volume I.than participate.
The smell of ether, sugar, and jasmine fills my nose as my sister appears right over my shoulder. Her sparkling pink, sheer sleeve brushes my arm as she walks past me to take the chair opposite of me. She plops down onto the metal chair as she huffs. She looks frustrated and somewhat confused. Her face is crumpled as she pouts. This can’t begood. She had one task this week, it’s the most important task.
Over the last year, Elora has been working on focusing her visions and pulling out future happenings by her command versus it only coming to her when the fates decided to gift (I say curse, but what do I know) her with a vision. I asked her to look into one of the biggest aspects of the wedding—the dress.
“You aren’t going to like what I’m going to say, Bells. I wish I could give you a better answer, but I can’t,” Elora says as she pouts even harder.
“My dress is ruined, isn’t it? It’s not going to be right? Won’t fit? Do I look hideous in it?”
Elora shakes her head slowly as she twists her skirt in her hands.
“Does he leave me at the altar? What is going to happen, Elora?” My panic is rising and I don’t want to take it out on her, but I asked her to see if she could see my dress. I’ve never met the designer and we did everything over the phone. I’m blind to what it’s going to actually look like and that is part of the designer’s appeal. He gets to know you and then designs your dress—sight-unseen.
Elora flies forward, gripping my hands with hers. Tears are welling in the corners of her eyes. I feel as though my chest is being squeezed by a bear shifter, I can’t breathe.
“It’s nothing like that. At least I hope not. I actually don’t know what's going to happen. The fates are blocking any visions when it comes to your dress.I can’t even see you in it. Something is blocking me from seeing it, and for the first time in my entire twenty-two years of existence, I don’t know what is going to happen.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that whatever is going to happen, the fates don’t want me to know.”