Page 72 of Wicked Witch

“You need to take a break. Ask for some help.”

Shaking my head, I ignore Sin and continue going down my checklist. Our wedding is in three days and everything needs to be perfect.

The flowers, food, cake, guestlist. I have issues handing over control to people and I know that they just want to help, but I’ve got this.

“If it becomes too much, I’ll just use magic,” I mutter, crossing out petunias and adding azaleas… Or maybe we should do roses?

A swirl of magic surrounds the house and I groan. “Why is he here so early?” I whine and my little hufflepuff laughs, waddling into the kitchen like the cutest little tuxedo bird.

“He's here, my love, because I asked him to help me with something.”

Moving toward the door, she opens it and pulls my brother, Grule, into a tight hug.

We have come a long way in our relationship and I'm glad. I hated fighting with him.

Letting Wynter go, he marches inside and over to me. “I am at your service, brother. Put me to work.”

“Fine. Astor needs help in the yard. I want twinkling lights around the pool and the trees. We will light the lanterns on the day of the ceremony. We also need to lay out the chairs in front of the Willow tree and altar.”

The tree still hasn't bloomed, but I have noticed the closer we get to the wedding the healthier the property is looking.

We finished the house completely and moved in shortly after Sin proposed to Wynter.

She never did go to Texas. Astor got everything squared away, and Autumn and Halee are running the bar with the bookstore now.

She won't ever admit it, but I think my little bookworm is relieved. It may have been her dream when she couldn't fathom a different life, but now she has a new destiny and she's much happier.

I rarely see a scowl these days and her wickedness has faded.

“You got it. Which one is Astor again?” Tossing my pen onto the marble counter, I growl, ready to give him an earful, but when I look over at him he's grinning.

Wynter moves closer to me and grabs my arm, placing my hand over her stomach.

Our little girl is kicking and I melt.

“Hi, my little petunia, I can't wait until I can hold you,” I coo and Grule walks by us, smacking me on the shoulder as he passes.

Arsen leaves with him and soon it's just me and my little lollipop. Looking up at me, she smiles.

“This wedding will be perfect, Cirrus. I don't need anything extravagant. Just you, Sin and Astor beneath the Willow tree.”

Closing my eyes, I groan. “I know, but I just want everything to be perfect. You deserve the world, Wynter.”

“The ceremony doesn't matter to me. It's the vows,” she whispers and I nod.

She's been burned too many times at the altar. I will do everything in my power to make sure this time there are no hiccups.

WYNTER

Today'sthe day and to say I'm nervous is an understatement. I have read my fortune three times, looked in a crystal ball and they all say the same thing.

My wedding will be wonderful. My men will be standing there, waiting for me to walk down a satin and rose-petaled aisle.

But right now I need to take some deep breaths and get dressed. Someone knocks on the door but they don’t bother waiting for me to welcome them inside.

“Oh, daughter, you’re going to be late!” my mother scolds me, floating inside in her sky high heels.

“You look amazing,” I gasp. Wearing a gold mini dress that hugs her curves perfectly and matches the shadow on her eyelids. She’s a vision.

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