Phoenix in My Fortune (A Monster Haven Story Book 6) by R.L. Naquin Page B
Authors: R.L. Naquin
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fine. I’ll go hang out with Moira for a little while tomorrow and taste cakes. But I’m getting red velvet. If I’m doing this and the bride doesn’t care, I’m getting stuff I want.”
“Fine by me.” Sara stuffed her phone in her bra. I was relieved she was wearing one. Casual, barefoot Sara was a little weird for me to get used to. As it was, she was dressed in shorts and a tank top, despite the outside temperature of fifty-four degrees.
I glanced at the list again. “Wait, I have to pick out her bridesmaid dresses and the tuxedos?”
Sara chuckled. “I knew that one would get you.
We
will pick out the dresses together.
You
will go and get them.”
“How can we choose the right dresses if the women aren’t here to try them on? I might pick something totally inappropriate for their shapes.”
“Relax. I’ve got their measurements. Whatever we choose will be good enough for someone who isn’t looking for perfection.”
A spike of sadness speared my heart. I’d been in the wedding planning business with Sara for years. I agreed we couldn’t do it anymore. Balancing the Aegis gig with work had been difficult, but now that Sara couldn’t meet with clients and vendors in person anymore, we didn’t have enough of either of us left to make it work. But this ridiculous wedding for a bride who didn’t care would be our final job, and it felt wrong.
It should have been something better. Something that showcased how awesome we were as a team and how much we loved what we did.
Screw it. So what if the bride didn’t give a damn? I did. And I was going to make Fiona’s wedding the shiniest, most beautiful wedding ever, whether she liked it or not.
Chapter Five
Moira’s bakery smelled like an enchanted land of oatmeal cookie bushes and chocolate milk ponds, with cotton candy animals frolicking across fondant fields, sprinkled by the magic wands of powdered-sugar fairies.
Okay. It smelled like a bakery.
Riley had let me out at the door, then parked across the street to wait for me. The bakery should be as safe as my own home—and if something happened, I’d been there enough times to know where all the exits were. I wasn’t exactly breaking my own rule about going out alone. It was more like I was bending it a little.
When Riley sat beside me for a cake consultation, I wanted it to be for our own wedding.
Moira Eccles was a tiny woman with the speed and metabolism of a hummingbird. Her shop, Splendid Creations, had always been my first choice when helping brides choose a bakery, so I was pleased that Sara had booked me an appointment to see her about Fiona’s cake. If it were to be my last cake appointment, let it be with the best.
Plus, I hadn’t seen Moira in ages. I’d been too busy saving people and preventing the apocalypse. It would be nice to sit down with her, taste her delicious wares and catch up a little.
Moira saw me coming up the sidewalk and threw the door open before I could touch it. “Zoey!” Her round face beamed at me, and she gave me a quick hug. “You look wonderful!”
I allowed myself to be ushered through the front and into a small meeting room toward the back of the shop, where a bottle of champagne and two glasses sat waiting.
I gave her a puzzled look. “What’s all this? It’s just me today. The client isn’t coming.”
She smiled and poured a glass of bubbly liquid, handed it to me and poured a second one. “It’s been months since I last saw you. We have things to celebrate while we work.” Her eyes sparkled and she eyed the ring that hadn’t been on my finger the last time I saw her. “Well? Let me have a look.”
Grinning, I held my left hand out so she could examine the ring Riley had given me. A simple, princess cut, one-carat diamond nestled between two tiny, dark stones. Officially, we told people the stones were black sapphires, but the truth was, Riley had talked his way into acquiring a couple of chips from the soul-stone cutter. Reapers,
“Fine by me.” Sara stuffed her phone in her bra. I was relieved she was wearing one. Casual, barefoot Sara was a little weird for me to get used to. As it was, she was dressed in shorts and a tank top, despite the outside temperature of fifty-four degrees.
I glanced at the list again. “Wait, I have to pick out her bridesmaid dresses and the tuxedos?”
Sara chuckled. “I knew that one would get you.
We
will pick out the dresses together.
You
will go and get them.”
“How can we choose the right dresses if the women aren’t here to try them on? I might pick something totally inappropriate for their shapes.”
“Relax. I’ve got their measurements. Whatever we choose will be good enough for someone who isn’t looking for perfection.”
A spike of sadness speared my heart. I’d been in the wedding planning business with Sara for years. I agreed we couldn’t do it anymore. Balancing the Aegis gig with work had been difficult, but now that Sara couldn’t meet with clients and vendors in person anymore, we didn’t have enough of either of us left to make it work. But this ridiculous wedding for a bride who didn’t care would be our final job, and it felt wrong.
It should have been something better. Something that showcased how awesome we were as a team and how much we loved what we did.
Screw it. So what if the bride didn’t give a damn? I did. And I was going to make Fiona’s wedding the shiniest, most beautiful wedding ever, whether she liked it or not.
Chapter Five
Moira’s bakery smelled like an enchanted land of oatmeal cookie bushes and chocolate milk ponds, with cotton candy animals frolicking across fondant fields, sprinkled by the magic wands of powdered-sugar fairies.
Okay. It smelled like a bakery.
Riley had let me out at the door, then parked across the street to wait for me. The bakery should be as safe as my own home—and if something happened, I’d been there enough times to know where all the exits were. I wasn’t exactly breaking my own rule about going out alone. It was more like I was bending it a little.
When Riley sat beside me for a cake consultation, I wanted it to be for our own wedding.
Moira Eccles was a tiny woman with the speed and metabolism of a hummingbird. Her shop, Splendid Creations, had always been my first choice when helping brides choose a bakery, so I was pleased that Sara had booked me an appointment to see her about Fiona’s cake. If it were to be my last cake appointment, let it be with the best.
Plus, I hadn’t seen Moira in ages. I’d been too busy saving people and preventing the apocalypse. It would be nice to sit down with her, taste her delicious wares and catch up a little.
Moira saw me coming up the sidewalk and threw the door open before I could touch it. “Zoey!” Her round face beamed at me, and she gave me a quick hug. “You look wonderful!”
I allowed myself to be ushered through the front and into a small meeting room toward the back of the shop, where a bottle of champagne and two glasses sat waiting.
I gave her a puzzled look. “What’s all this? It’s just me today. The client isn’t coming.”
She smiled and poured a glass of bubbly liquid, handed it to me and poured a second one. “It’s been months since I last saw you. We have things to celebrate while we work.” Her eyes sparkled and she eyed the ring that hadn’t been on my finger the last time I saw her. “Well? Let me have a look.”
Grinning, I held my left hand out so she could examine the ring Riley had given me. A simple, princess cut, one-carat diamond nestled between two tiny, dark stones. Officially, we told people the stones were black sapphires, but the truth was, Riley had talked his way into acquiring a couple of chips from the soul-stone cutter. Reapers,
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