AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I stand in the mirror and look at myself in the dress.
In this dress, I look like I belong in Anton’s world of uppity-ups. I look like a bonafide princess.
“Ugh! What the fuck are you doing, Percy?” I ask my reflection. “How the fuck did this all happen to us?”
I pause and stare at my reflection, hoping for an answer.
“Of course you don’t have an answer for me, do you?”
Would be too easy if it did.
My groan of frustration echoes through the bedroom. I peel the dress off me.
I’m kidding myself. I don’t belong in it at all. It’s not who I am.
I grab my cocktail dress off the bed and slip it back on.
When I see my reflection in the mirror, I nod approvingly.
This is who I am.
From out in the main room, I hear a loud groan.
“What the ever-loving fuck?”
I run out into the main room expecting to kick someone’s ass. I’ve taken a couple of krav maga classes. I can throw down.
Instead of seeing someone trying to steal from me, I see the prostitute that we were partying with from last night, finally coming to the piano. She mutters a handful of phrases in what I can only assume is Dutch as she sits up and rubs her head.
I had nearly forgotten she was even here.
And I’m thankful to see that she’s still alive. The last thing I need on my plate is a dead hooker in my room. The wrinkled mess slinks off the piano and looks around the suite confused.
Probably Alzheimer’s or something.
“Have you seen my dress, dear?”
She sounds as ancient as she looks.
I shrug.
“Sorry, Yzma, can’t help you there. Maybe Kronk knows,” I tell her.
Her beady eyes narrow as she looks at me.
“You okay, dear?”
I raise my eyebrow and point to my chest. “Me? Yes, why?”
She frowns at me. “You’re a horrible liar.”
Is it really that fucking obvious that I’m not having a good day?
“I’m peachy keen there, grandma. Don’t worry about me.”
She scoffs and shakes her head. With a long, bony finger she motions for me to approach her.
I’m pretty certain that if I don’t do what she wants, she’s going to put a curse on me. And I really don’t fuck with curses. That’s some old school hocus pocus shit.
