Page 107 of Shadow Witch

Drucinda approached him, patting Devon on the back. “Great job, Dev, really awesome work.”

Henry flicked his gaze to her, an eyebrow arching. “Hello.”

Drucinda wrinkled her nose at him. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, I plan to start. And once I do, you won’t be able to resist me.”

“I’m leaving,” Drucinda responded. “I need to get ready for the wedding.”

“Perhaps I could be your plus one,” Henry said as he followed her from the room.

“Well, that’s that, I guess. He’s already moved on,” Paige said as she dusted her hands.

“And you are now my bride,” Devon said with a grin.

“Yep. We did it. We did–“

He dipped her toward the floor and planted a kiss on her, delighting the crowd around them who broke out into applause. He stood her up again, and she shook her head. “Please stop doing that.”

Devon shot her a cocky grin. “Crowd seemed to like it.”

“Whatever. I’m going to get ready for the wedding. See you at the altar.”

“Hey, Paige,” he shouted as she strode away from him.

She twisted to glance over her shoulder. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

The coos from the crowd filled the room as she waved back at him. “Same.”

“Wow, Paige, that was super nice to say,” Dewey said as she left the room. “I think you’re kind of into Devon. Although, I’ve always thought that.”

“I’m not…we’re not having this discussion. He’s very nice. Nicer than I expected. Where things go from here, we’ll see. But right now, we need to focus on getting that soul compass and finding my mom.”

“First, we need to focus on getting you ready for your wedding. I hired the best hair and makeup people around. You are going to look stunning, Paige.”

Paige shot him a smile. “Wow, Dewey, you really are a good maid of honor.”

“I told you Patrick Dempsey had nothing on me,” Dewey said with a raise of his chin. “Now, let’s go and get you hitched!”

She climbed the stairs and snaked through the halls to her room, finding it wedding-central. A red-haired woman plopped her into the stool at the vanity and helpers descended on her to create bridal perfection.

As she stared at herself in the mirror after the transformation, she marveled at the look. “Wow, thanks. I love it.”

“You look beautiful, Paige!” Dewey said with a smile.

Drucinda flitted into the room in her gown.

“Doesn’t she look great?” Dewey asked.

Drucinda arched an eyebrow. “She does. Now, for the dress.”

As the fabric swirled around her, her heart rate ramped up. Drucinda fastened the back before Dewey settled the veil on her head. He landed on her shoulder and straightened his bowtie.

“You’re getting married, Paige! I’m going to be royalty.”

She stared at herself, her head bobbing up and down before she stopped and crinkled her nose. “Wait, what? You’re not going to be royalty. I’m going to be royalty.”

“Well, close enough. I mean, I’m your bestie. So, I’ll be de facto royalty. All the perks, none of the downsides. While the paparazzi hound you, I’ll be undetected, just living the high life with none of the issues.”

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