“Make that the Uber of Ugly Little Secrets,” Katie said with a wink.
“Secrets my ass,” I said. “Details, bitch. Give.”
As Katie reviewed her prurient pub visit, I continued my primping. The best thing Conner had going, she said, was that he tried to ignore his Leprechaun heritage. As a result, he seemed to have a backed up load of magic that he seldom got a chance to discharge. “I guess you could say he was congested, with a terrible case of Green Balls.”
“But you helped him to find relief?”
“I felt it was my duty. After all, one of his comely but all too human barmaids wouldn’t be up to the kind of surge Conner delivers.”
“Really? Well how lucky for him that you were up to the challenge.”
“Barely, girl. That dog can hunt. I mean, I didn’t take Uber because I’m lazy, you follow?”
“Fucked bow-legged, huh?”
“Let’s say that bartender must be five pints lighter.”
“What’s that in metric jizz?”
She rolled her eyes then quickly changed the subject, “Girl, let’s just focus on you.”
I looked at myself in the mirror and studied my handiwork. My long, dark hair was piled in a curly updo, with a few strategic ‘stray’ pieces hanging low to frame my face, and allowing me to showcase my new earrings. My makeup was killah — a dark smoky-eye job, making my normal gray eyes look sparkly bright, like polished silver. My lips were the same deep red color as the roses Weylyn gifted me. The LBD? Puh-lease! This Little Black Dress didn’t just fit like a glove. It fit like the skin on the fingers inside the glove. The long black chiffon gown had a generously plunging neckline, and a high slit that showed off my sky-high stiletto’s. Not to mention my legs, right up to the hip. Swear to Goddess, that LBD was so sexy, it belonged on the cover of a romance novel.
A light pecking noise came from the window. Katie opened it, and Poe flapped over to perch on the back of the vanity’s settee, where he let out a loud caw that sounded almost like a wolf whistle.
“Great Goddess!” Poe tilted his head from side to side.
“What?” I asked him.
Poe suddenly glided through the air, landing on my shoulder. “Look at yourself. What do you see?”
I let out a low gasp at the image in the mirror. Only now, I realized the dress Orin picked out is a spitting image of the one The Morrigan was wearing in my dream. And upon looking at myself, I saw her in my reflection. A warrior, a protector, a leader... A queen. She who was feared, revered, beloved... that is who was now staring back at me. I am her daughter. Her mother. Herself.
In short, I look like... a frickin’ Goddess.
“Astonishing, is it not?” said Poe.
“You look like a frickin’ Goddess,” Katie said. My thoughts exactly, pal.
“Oh, c’mon. You’re exaggerating.”
“Who would have thought you were hiding this banging body under all that frumpy shit from your rag-ass closet.”
“It’s not frumpy, its ‘comfortable-chic’.” I adjusted my grandmother’s triskelion necklace so that it lay between my (amply viewable) breasts.
“Let’s go, the guys are waiting downstairs.”
As we reached the end of the hallway, I could hear the guys talking at the bottom of the staircase. Katie, (Queen of the Big Entrance), tells me to wait, as she descends the stairs in her own totally sexalicious baby pink dress.
“Where is she?” Orin didn’t even see Katie, craning his neck at the stairs.
“Why boys, your pants can scarcely contain your passion,” she teased cheerfully. She called up to me now. “You may descend, oh my Queen.”
I inhaled, closing my eyes for a moment.
I started down the staircase, and saw the guys, in all their grandeur.
Orin was dressed in a finely tailored black suit with a white tie, but his best accessory was the genuine smile he showed when he noticed me.
Brann, gorgeous in a three piece all black bespoke suit, his black-rimmed glasses sitting snug on his face, his eyes flickering with dark sexual magic.
Keegan, my wonderfully sweet, jolly green giant, looking down at his shoes like a befuddled teen waiting for his prom date. The moment he heard the clinking of my heels against the stairs he looked up, his eyes were bright forest green and he had a smile so wide it could probably be seen from space. He had a black suit with matching black button-up, and an emerald green pocket square, which matched his emerald green socks. Even Keegan’s hair was combed.
And Weylyn? As I continued my descent, wallowing in my Cinderella moment, Weylyn took a step up and offered me his hand. His formal black tuxedo sported a skinny red tie and matching pocket square, the same red color as the roses in my room.
“Well, I’ll be...” Words failed him. I placed my hand in his. “You are absolutely breathtaking,” he finally managed.
“Thank you,” I said as we reached the landing below.
Orin stepped up and took my hand from Weylyn. He slowly rotated me around for all to see, taking in the dress on my body, then kissed me tenderly on the cheek. “You look stunning.”
“It fits perfectly. How did you know?”
“I had a wee bit of help,” he said, darting a glance at Katie, who blushed. Orin was beaming. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it.” I wrapped my arms around him, then carefully stepped back and walked toward Brann. Seized by the sillies, I pulled my ears out like Dumbo, wiggling them so the lights sparkled in the diamond studs.
“Thank you. They are so beautiful.” I tell him.
Brann brings my hand up to his lips. “Not as beautiful as you.” He said as he kissed my fingers, a gesture that was at once silly, genteel, and genuine.
Keegan let out a loud cough, and Brann reluctantly released my hand.
I walked over to Keegan, my spike heels clicking on the marble floor. “Do you like
