Page 86 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
“Well, I have something to tell you. The ratings for the show are even higher than we expected. And it's all because of you and Bellamy! The world loves you two.”
I smirk over at my arch-nemesis-turned-mate. He’s unabashedly listening to my conversation.
“I wonder what America sees in that asshole?” I joke, sending Bellamy a wink.
“Potential,” Jake returns. “That's what they see.”
“Huh?” I ask in confusion.
“Listen, do you want to make some money and do something fun?”
“Oh, sweet Goddess, you’ve stepped into the shoes of a CEO perfectly,” I mutter. “What are you getting at, Jake? Reality tv really isn't my thing. . .”
“I was thinking more of a sitcom.”
“You've got to be kidding me.”
“Would I joke about something that gives me the opportunity to cover you in glitter?”
And that's howTrials of a Salem Witchwas born.
A charming blend ofBewitchedandI Love Lucy. The show chronicles the love triangle between a witch, her familiar-turned-human, and a forbidden warlock. Bellamy and I are the main actors with Chance as my on-screen cat. Kai and Preston prefer to remain behind the scenes. Season one was a huge success, and we plan on filming second season soon—right after the weddings.
That's right—the glitterfest is a go.
“So much glitter," I mumble, shifting back and forth and watching the sparkly flecks dancing around on my dress and falling to the floor.
"Yes, but this is magical glitter, it'll go away with a quick spell of the word!" Jake exclaims in excitement as Chance does a little dance.
I open my mouth.
"Nope, you don't get to know the magic word until after the ceremony and reception," Chance cuts me off.
Damn they know me so well.
"Well, despite that the craft herpes get everywhere, you guys did an amazing job," I express, looking in the mirror.
My dark hair had grown out over the last year, but the purple streaks are still going strong thanks to my regular appointments with Sissy. Chance had styled it in a low bun with fancy and chic curls and twists, my makeup from Jake just as elegant as my hair.
The real piece de resistance though, is the dress.
All black.
Long lacy sleeves.
A simple black ribbon detail criss-crossing over my middle back where the lace stops and before the flowing skirt starts.
It’s a gorgeous wedding gown but with an Evanora Ursula Porter twist.
"Don't you dare start to cry, you have to save those tears for the camera!" Jake teases, knowing that he's pulled the network strings to bring in one of the best wedding videographers in to document the day.
"Yeah, yeah, you got it."
Chuckling, I grab the bouquet of red flowers mixed with the delicate baby's breath and sigh.
Time to show Gram-Gram.
"Holy witch tits on a cracker, you look smokin'!" she whoops and hollers as soon as I emerge from the room. I burst out laughing, unable to help it; her reaction is one-hundred percent Gram.
