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shut off and Wren felt a cold wind sweep over her body. She was about to shiver when
the wind disappeared and she found herself clean and dressed.
Now then, that s better. Melonia smiled smugly.
I hate it when you do that, it feels unnatural.
But you look great.
I enjoy taking a shower, hot water is very relaxing.
Off you go. There s a car waiting downstairs.
What is this, eye makeup? Wren said, looking in the mirror, approving of the
tasteful updo Melonia had chosen for her hair, but unsure about the touches of kohl on
her lids. She d never been able to master the art of eyeliner, even in three hundred years
of makeup application.
It looks fabulous, dramatic with your fair skin, Melonia said, dismissing her
concern and shooing her towards the stairs.
It s not too slutty? Wren asked, grabbing her small clutch bag and examining
herself once more in the mirror.
You re eight months pregnant, Melonia sighed. You couldn t look slutty if you
wanted to. You look beautiful, elegant and composed, the perfect princess. Now get out
of here before I carry you down the stairs myself.
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All right, all right, Wren said, unable to repress a small snort as she imagined the
petite Melonia trying to lift her and her enormous belly.
I guess I ll see you when I get home? Wren asked as she moved to the front door,
grabbing her black wrap in case the spring night turned colder. You are staying for a
while, I assume?
I ll be here for the big event, Melonia said with a noncommittal shrug.
The big event isn t for another month, Wren reminded her, once again feeling the
sneaking suspicion that Melonia was up to no good.
Please, the witch sighed, rolling her eyes skyward. You really need to work on
learning to trust.
And you really need to work on not reading my mind whenever you feel like it,
Wren said, sticking her tongue out at the witch as she made her way carefully down the
brick stairs to the car that was waiting for her outside.
Right, Melonia said with a mischievous smile. Old habits die hard.
Wren harrumphed, but nodded her thanks to the driver as he helped her into the
back seat of the black limousine. Melonia could be a pain in the ass, but Wren was
grateful that she was helping her to arrive at the event both on time and in a true
princess fashion. Wren didn t want to hurt any of her new relatives feelings, she d just
spent too many years as a single girl to give adequate attention to the details of her
newly reclaimed royal status.
The car pulled away and Wren smiled as she settled back against the leather seats.
Tonight she d finally regain her true place in the world. She was once again a princess, a
woman with a family and a history, as well as a future filled with purpose and
meaning. It would have been everything she d dreamed of, if she only had a prince by
her side to share it.
Hell, who was she kidding? She didn t want a prince, she wanted Austin just
Austin and no one else.
But you can t have everything, Wren said, forcing herself to keep her chin up and
her mind on the exciting evening to come. This was her life, and she wasn t going to
ruin the night by allowing herself to fantasize about a man half a world away.
* * * * *
Melonia watched the car drive down the steep San Francisco street before dashing
back inside, using her magic to tidy the house and add a few touches to Wren s cozy
bedroom. The woman had taken a turn for the matronly when choosing the décor for
her boudoir. Understandable, considering Wren firmly believed she d be alone for the
rest of her life, but inappropriate for what Melonia hoped would be the romantic finish
to tonight s royal event.
There, that should do it, Melonia said to herself, gazing with satisfaction at the
champagne-colored silk bedroom set that she had arranged on Wren s bed, complete
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with at least a dozen pillows. When one was pregnant, sex was so much more
comfortable with a little well-placed padding.
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