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Had he meant that royals on Anumati were bright like the goddess officiating over the ceremony? And did that mean that this tiny glowing goddess was a queen?
Frankie and Mia hadn't said anything about a visiting royal, so maybe she was a permanent resident on Earth.
There was still so much Margo didn't know, so much that she needed to ask, but even though she was sitting at a table with one of those so-called gods, she had to wait until after the ceremony to question him about the goddess.
For now, all she could do was gape, marvel, and let her imagination run wild.
Talk about a dive down the rabbit hole.
Alice had also encountered queens in Wonderland. The Queen of Hearts, and the red and white queens. Was there a symbolism in the story that Margo could relate to? Something that would help her grapple with the world she found herself in?
She shook her head. Lewis Carroll hadn't known about gods and immortals, and his story was an attempt to explain complex themes like the fluidity of time and the inversion of logic.
Surprisingly, though, there was nothing illogical about this world. In fact, so many of Margo's so-called conspiracy theories suddenly made sense.
She'd always believed that aliens were real and that the governments of the world were well aware of their existence and engaged in misinformation and smear campaigns to discredit witnesses. There was no better way to discredit people than to make fun of them, but it wasn't easy to do when those witnesses were fighter jet pilots, navy commanders, and the heads of other countries' space programs. Then there were the pyramids—marvels of engineering that required precision that shouldn't have been possible with the tools available to the ancients, the transatlantic cultural influences, which had existed long before established history claimed travel and migration over the Atlantic was possible, the ancients' knowledge of the solar system, and countless other things. Heck, there were probably plenty of conspiracy theories she'd never heard about that could be explained by the influence of gods and immortals.
When the ceremony ended with the couple exchanging vows and rings, the audience erupted in deafening cheers and applause, and as the music started playing again, Margo saw the goddess leave through a side door, surrounded by several guards and two butlers.
That was odd. Why would a goddess have human butlers? But there was no other way to describe the two guys who looked like twins.
Margo added them to the list of strange things she needed to ask about later, and continued clapping.
As the newlyweds took to the dance floor, the audience quieted down, and Margo wanted to take the opportunity to whisper her questions about the goddess to Mia, but as she leaned toward her friend, she saw Negal walking over.
The guy had been striking in street clothes, but he was devastating in a tux, and as much as she wanted to appear indifferent, she couldn't take her eyes off him.
Dipping his head, he offered her his hand. "Would you do me the honor of joining me on the dance floor, Margo?"
That was a very polite invitation and a great improvement on his previous attempt. Had he gotten coaching from Gabi on how to do it properly?
Margo put her hand in Negal's. "I would be delighted, but we should wait until the newlyweds' parents join them on the dance floor."
He frowned. "Is that the tradition?"
"At human weddings, it is." She rose to her feet. "But I don't know what the immortals' tradition is." She turned to Toven. "Perhaps you can tell us?"
The god shrugged. "We make it up as we go."
"Oh? I assumed that such ancient beings would have many traditions."
"It's complicated," Mia said quietly. "I see Stella and Richard getting up, and also Margaret and Bowen. Vrog and Aliya probably won't." Mia's eyes widened. "I was wrong. They are heading to the dance floor as well."
Margo followed Mia's gaze. The two couples who joined the newlyweds on the dance floor looked only a few years older than Wendy and Vlad, but that wasn't surprising. All these immortals looked more or less the same age. But the third couple drew her attention.
The guy was Vlad's father, and he was just as tall as his son, and the woman had been one of Wendy's bridesmaids, but Margo had been so focused on the goddess that she hadn't paid the bridesmaids much attention. Looking at the female now, though, she noted her impressive height, her impossibly slim waist, and her eyes, which were way too large for her face. She was definitely not like the other immortals in the room, and Margo remembered Negal's comment about the aliens calling themselves gods in relation to their created species, emphasis on the plural.
Evidently, humans were not the only creation of the gods.
"I think it's safe to join them now." Negal put his hand on the small of her back, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Yes, it is." She tore her gaze away from the tall female and smiled up at him.
He was so gorgeous that it was almost painful to look at him, and Margo couldn't understand why he was pursuing her with such tenacity, especially given all the beautiful women in the room. Compared to them, she was a plain Jane.
Had Frankie put him up to it?
Oh, hell, hopefully Frankie hadn't done anything to break Negal and the nurse apart just so Margo would have a chance with him, but she had a sinking feeling that it had been precisely what her meddling friend had done.
