Page 18 of Jasmine's Enchanted Genie

“I feel fine now, thank you.”

He nodded. “There’s a nice meal waiting for you in the dining room. I came to see if you needed help getting ready.” His gaze slid down her frame. “I, err . . . Are you wearing the same gown as last night? Surely you have a day gown you can wear instead. You’re . . . wrinkled, though I’ll gladly press your gown for you if you would be so kind to remove it.”

“If you’ll leave, I’ll be ready in less than ten minutes,” she said. “I have other gowns I can change into.”

“Ah, yes, Miss. That will be fine. I’ll wait for you in the hall.” After shooting a frown my way, he pulled the door closed.

“You didn’t have to be mean to him,” she scolded me softly.

Another pop, and I became myself once more. “He wasn’t gentle enough with you.”

She frowned, then shook her head. “I need to get ready right away.” Her voice came out thready.

“Would you allow me to help?”

“I’m not sure what you can do. I can’t imagine using a wish just to change my gown. If I use any of them, I’ll use them to benefit others, not myself.”

This female was sweetly endearing. I rarely had a wishmaster who thought of anyone but themselves.

“Look, I’ve only got a few minutes to get ready. You need to go somewhere because I’m not changing in front of you.” She rushed to the closet, tugging it open to reveal a few dresses dangling inside. “Day dress. Day dress. Why didn’t I think of something like that? No, leave it to me to make a few ballgowns and believe that would be enough.” Her hands formed into fists. “Well, I’m not here to look beautiful or fit in, so it won’t matter.”

A flick of my finger, and she wore a gorgeous satin day dress in a deep green that complemented her amber eyes and chestnut hair.

She gasped and flared the skirt with her hands, revealing matching slippers.

Another nudge in her direction resulted in her hair arranged on her head with a few curls dangling to artfully brush her shoulders. Matching jewelry—real emeralds—adorned her neck and ears, and I’d also applied light makeup.

She walked over to the big mirror on unsteady feet and gasped again. “What . . .?”

“This won’t take a wish,” I said. “Because you didn’t ask for it.”

“But why did you do it?” She turned to face me with tears sparkling in her eyes. I loved how her emotions shone on her face.

“Because you deserve the best.”

“Thank you.” She pinched her eyes shut and when she opened them, she gave me the prettiest smile.

“We have a few moments left, correct?”

She nodded.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable about having someone in your room, so I’ll leave. Will you look for me?”

“Where?”

“Here inside the castle.”

“All right.” A frown filled her sweet features. Someone so tender and good shouldn’t make my body heat up, but it did. I struggled to keep my cock from tenting the front of my silly pants.

“I’ll find you.” A pop, and I appeared inside the home I’d seen in her mind. I didn’t like spying on anyone’s thoughts, but I’d only peeked enough to find the location.

If only I had more time but I wouldn’t keep her waiting.

Peering around her home made pain stab through my chest. My little Jasmine lived in exceedingly tidy poverty. A step toward the sofa showed her sister lying on torn cushions that had been neatly repaired. One flick of my finger, and a sumptuous sofa took its place. Soft, downy blankets covered the frail woman, blankets that naturally generated warmth.

Lana sighed, and a smile flitted across her gaunt face.

She looked so much like Jasmine it made my heart pinch tight.

---