Page 100 of Hungry As Her Python

Or was I the woman who took a leap of faith, consequences be damned, and went for the gold?

The first strains of the wedding march drifted over the clearing. I swallowed hard.

My hands trembled.

“I won’t know unless I try,” I murmured.

“Great! No time to do this the old-fashioned way,” Evie said with a wicked grin.

Her fingers wiggled, and before I could protest—shoomp—magic wrapped me in a shimmer of gold and rose.

When it cleared, I gasped.

I was a walking, talking wedding day fantasy.

Full skirt, sweetheart neckline, bodice hugging my curves like it had been stitched there by the Goddess herself.

My hair was a cascade of glossy curls, a delicate circlet nestled like it had been waiting for me all my life.

My cheeks flushed, my lips tinted the perfect pink, and my neckline, well.

Let’s just say Conrad was going to need a moment.

“Buxom beauty at its best,” Donny said, smirking.

“Oh, I needed to apologize for something,” I began, going for broke, “I mean, I’m so sorry I never made it?—”

“Never made what?” Evie asked, brows arched.

“A guilt-free goodie for us,” I admitted, my voice wobbly. “But I wanted you two to know I’m proud of us. I’m done trying to change what we look like to suit anybody else’s expectations. We are the Trifecta, dang it, and the Goddess gave us our curves for a reason.”

“Damn straight,” Donny sniffled.

“It was sure fun trying out all those recipes though!” Evie snorted a laugh.

“I love us,” I said, my chest swelling, my magic humming in agreement.

And somewhere out there, I could feel Conrad’s answering warmth through the bond, like a promise that he was already on his way to find me.

Epilogue 1-Bella

“Ladies, the grooms are getting anxious—” Conrad stepped into our tent, voice low and warm as always.

Then he froze.

The grin slid right off his face, replaced by wide-eyed shock.

“Bella,” he murmured.

Oh, Goddess help me.

There he was—six and a half feet plus of lethal, delicious Shifter male—wearing a perfectly tailored gray morning suit that hugged his broad shoulders and lean waist like it had been sewn just for him.

Which, knowing Donny’s fashionista connections, it probably had.

His green eyes burned into me, and my knees wobbled.

I had to mentally order myself not to drool on my surprise wedding dress.