Page 73 of Wicked Witch

“Thank you, baby, I had to show the men that just because I am going to be a grandmother, doesn’t mean I can’t still drop some jaws.”

Should have known she would bring up her being a grandma again.

Hell, Mavis, in town and is more excited for my daughter than she is.

“Yes, well we wouldn’t want that now would we?”

“Wynter, do not start with me! I’m here aren’t I? And I brought some of the coven with me.”

“Yes, thank you for coming. Would you help me get ready?”

Huffing, she drops her purse on my bed and walks into the closet. Cirrus designed me the most gorgeous strapless gown.

It’s satin with a jewel corseted bodice. It’s so pretty.

Looking in the mirror, I think about how I want my hair. I almost always leave it down these days or it’s tossed into a messy bun.

“Half up with curls,” my mom answers my unspoken question and with the snap of her fingers it’s done.

“Thanks.”

“Okay, now for your makeup,” she mumbles and I close my eyes as she performs a beauty spell.

I made the mistake once leaving them open. Fake lashes directly on your eyeball hurts like a real bitch.

“You look beautiful, honey, but of course you do. I’m your mother.”

Ignoring her as she bends over into the mirror, fixing her lipstick, I unzip my dress and step inside.

It fits me like a glove and I feel like a princess.

Moving toward the window, I peek out at everyone waiting.

All the chairs are filled with people from Texas, the coven and even town.

My mother comes up behind me and pats my arm.

“It’s show time.”

We don’t have a preacher, but the twins’ father is going to ordain me and Arsen. Then we shall have a quick handfasting ceremony.

As I walk along the path to my men, I can sense them. All the Nefari women who have stayed cursed.

Corrine walks beside me, holding my great-grandmother’s hand, as my gran walks beside my mother.

I can feel them pushing the evil presence further away, protecting this union.

I hope this works…

As I reach the guys, Sin takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. Cirrus doesn’t have such patience and grips the back of my head, pulling my lips to his.

His Nan and brother laugh and cheer. Being yanked away, Cirrus protests, but concedes when he sees that it’s Astor.

“Wynter, you look breathtaking,” he says with a huge grin on his face. “Are you ready for this?”

I shake my head and the crowd gasps. Rolling my eyes, I place my hand on his chest, shoving him away.

“I need a moment to take in my seriously handsome men. Need to make sure I really want to commit to y’all,” I joke and Sin laughs, shaking his head.

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