Part 14 (1/2)
”Ladies, we need to leave,” Thorne's voice came from the hallway.
”Give me two seconds to go to the restroom. I'll meet you in the car.”
I pick my bag up and start for the door. At the same time, I'm turning the doork.n.o.b, my mom is on the other side about to come in the room. We both yelped at the same time.
”You scared me,” I say.
”Jessie, I only have a minute. I want to give you something I've had since you were a baby. When I talked to grandma and your dad, it was like a veil was lifted. From the day you were born, I knew there was something magical about you. I don't know how I never figured it out, but I'm glad to know the truth. I'm not going to say that I'm happy they kept this from me for fifteen years. I will say I don't feel any different about you. I love you, and they are lucky to have you for their Queen. I'm not going to get mushy; I have something for you. I've had it since you were still in diapers. I was in Salem, Ma.s.sachusetts at this quaint antique shop. It was run by a sweet dwarf couple. She was dressed up in a witch's costume, playing up the whole witch trial novelty. You were with me, and I was carrying you on my hip. You were reaching for everything you could touch. The lady asked me if she could hold you for a few minutes to let me shop. I was thankful for the extra hands and took her up on her offer. The minute you were in her arms, your face lit up with happiness. She commented how extraordinary you were, most children don't like her. She told me about holding every child that came into the store, and you were the first to be entranced with the key. This is the chain she wore around her neck, and she took it off and handed it to you. I swore I saw light from your hands, and it made the necklace glow. The key that was hanging from the chain literally burst with sparkly lights. The lady smiled and handed me the necklace. She said to give it to you on your wedding day, for your something old. She said you'd know what the key is for, so now, I'm giving you the necklace. Through the years, I've seen that woman everywhere we've lived. She was never close enough to get a positive I.D. on her, but I know it was her. If I had to been honest with myself, I knew your father's drinking was to hide a deep seeded secret. This is all so much to absorb, but you're not going to be alone. I've called in to work, and from this day forward, we're not going to keep secrets.”
I took the necklace from her and could feel power vibrating through the metal. I put it around my neck and kissed her.
”Oh, I almost forgot, no one else can touch the key. She was extremely specific about that.”
”Okay, come on, the guys are going to come in looking for us if we don't get out to the cars.”
The windows of the house were all covered in condensation from the cold air in the house and the humidity outside. The temperature is already ninety, and the sun is four hours away. Parked along the street is about twelve cars with parking lights on. Thorne ran over to grab my bags and took me over to a black Hummer. ”Who's in all of these cars? Who's Hummer?”
”Some friends of Mrs Ward, she sent for more guardians and guards to get us safely to the other side. We're not expecting any problems, but we don't want to ignore the possibilities. We'll meet Caleb at the ceremony. Your buddy over there,” he points to Amber. ”The minute she put her head down, she fell asleep. I've learned she isn't much of a morning person.”
”You think? Please tell me we're stopping for coffee. I can't function without an I.V. drip of the caffeine,” I say half joking, half seriously.
A man from the front seat reached over and handed me a steaming hot cup of coffee. ”Thank you,” I say.
”Two sugars and heavy on the creamer, correct Your Highness?”
Here we go with the highness c.r.a.p. ”Thank you, yes that's how I take it.” We rode in silence to the trailer we were at yesterday.
Each car had at least two bulky men dressed in black suits. They resembled Secret Service, except younger. We didn't bother going into the trailer, we went straight to the stables. There were so many horses, I didn't bother counting them. Each horse has a rider that looks like they're straight from Medieval times. Outside of the barn is a tremendous carriage covered in flowers. It is one of the old fas.h.i.+oned coaches from western movies. The tufted velvet interior was awkward to scoot across. My inner vampire was dying to put on some fangs and jump out to scare the faeries. I can see Caleb's face if I did something that crazy. Thorne adjusted the ear piece he has in his ear. He told us they were testing it out for the first time on the other side of the s.h.i.+mmer. Not a sound was made by anyone as we took off into the woods.
I start to ask Thorne a question, but he holds his finger to his lips to keep me silent. I cross my arms and sit back on the purple crushed velvet seat. He smiles back at me, and I curled my nose and looked away.
”Onward gentlemen and may the journey be safe and merry,” the man who helped us shouted to the riders. The sounds of horses and Amber grinding her teeth are all I hear on the way to the s.h.i.+mmer.
Caleb, can you hear me?
There you are, I tried to get you a minute ago. Are you in that carriage?
I am, but they pulled the drapes down so no one can see inside. This is crazy, huh?
If crazy means you and me, I'll take crazy any day.
Don't let me fall.
Never, I'll always catch you.
I love you.
I love you Jessie Lucente, my Queen. They're taking me away so you can exit the coach. I'll see you soon. Don't worry, we're not alone.
Bye, my King. I send him a mental hug.
The clearing barely resembled the same place as yesterday. There are flowers wrapped around the trees, as well as long vines of purple flowers. The logs and fire-pit are gone, replaced by a white gazebo. The clearing is much larger today, but where did all of the trees go? It looked the same but spread out. Faerie magic I'm sure. A ma.s.sive white tent is set over to the side. I loved all the chairs with white bows on the back. Each table was elaborately set with gorgeous daisy bouquets. Crystal chandeliers floated above the tables. Floated, as in no strings, holy cow!
It wasn't bright outside, but it wasn't dark. It should be darker out, it feels more like dusk.
”Excuse me ma'am, I need to take you to your tent. Is this your lady in waiting?”
I turn around to face the voice, and I'm quite surprised by the little person in front of me. ”Lady in waiting? What's that?”
”I forget about you humans, like your maid of honor. She is the one they call Amber, right?” Her voice sounded mechanically altered, too high-pitched to be normal.
”Yes, this is Amber, and I'm Jessie,” I hold out my hand to shake hers.
She looks at me and shakes her head. ”I'm sorry; I'm not allowed to touch you. My name is Ava, short for Avalon.”
”Nice to meet you Ava. Lead the way.”
I'm led to a room at the back of the tent, it is sectioned off with wall part.i.tions. Four women come rus.h.i.+ng in the room carrying garment bags.
One of the women comes over and asks me to remove my clothes. She fussed about the wedding dress she slaved over for the last few hours. She told me how this is the most notable dress she's ever made.
One of the other women is giving Amber the same speech. They must have gone to disgruntled employee week seminars by the way they acted. My woman wrapped a silk robe around me and took me to the section for make-up and hair.
”I've already done my hair, see my curls?” I say, knowing the curls went to the wayside the moment the humidity hit my hair. I'm not 100% sure she and I speak the same language, and she insisted to pull my hair straight.
After an hour being poked and prodded, the lady slipped the dress over my head. I look over to see my reflection in the full length mirror. The beauty of the pure white silk gown amazed me. I held my breath as I spun around in a circle. It was perfect and beautiful. The wide band that covered my industrial strength bra straps was perfectly placed. The sleeves dipped off my shoulders and gathered right above the elbow. I love how it flows around me as I walk. I couldn't imagine anything more beautiful.
Amber stepped around the corner in a dress similar to mine. It is made of lavender silk and hugs her figure perfectly. She curtsied and held the skirt out to her sides.
”Your highness.”
”Your smart-b.u.t.tness,” I replied.
”It's true,” she said.
”We have ten minutes.”
A familiar voice and face shows up in the doorway. ”Ladies, follow me,” Thorne says.
I look over to see Amber's jaw is practically on the ground. Who would blame her? His black tuxedo fit him as though he were a Greek G.o.d.
I can't help myself, but I feel giddy about the future. I'm ready to heal my dad, and I'm ready to figure out our role here in Fairyland.
”Before we step into the gazebo, there will be two champagne flutes and two small bottles. It is customary for the bride to fill both gla.s.ses to show she will serve her husband and their cup will be half full,” Thorne says and leads us out of the tent.
”Okay, that sounds sweet, and corny, just my style,” I say. The table is covered in flowers and a silk tablecloth. Two amber colored bottles sit next to the crystal champagne gla.s.ses. I first one I pick is cold in my hand. I lift it to my nose; its pungent smell almost makes my stomach turn. I hold my breath as I pour the contents into the gla.s.s. It bubbled and what looks like little crystals are floating up and down. The next bottle is warmer than the first and the smells are a cross between a greasy burger and maple syrup. I pour it in the other gla.s.s and watch as it too creates the bubbles.