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I smiled a real smile. “Do you wear caftans, Jeeves?”
“I do,” he replied. “So comfy and roomy.”
I reached into my man-purse and pulled out a caftan. “I would like you to have this.”
The man squealed with joy and hugged the caftan to his tuxedo-clad chest. “An original Johnson Jones! How thrilling! Thank you.”
“You’re most welcome. And thank you for calming my frayed nerves,” I told him. “I’m not great in the dating department.”
“Not to worry, Johnson. Voila will find your perfect match.”
Unless Kurt was using the matchmaking service, I doubted it, but I was open. I glanced around at the elegant décor. “Is this a business or a home?”
“Both,” Jeeves said. “The first floor is the business and the rest of the building is Voila’s home.”
I nodded, impressed. Voila had unimpeachable taste. That was a very good sign.
“I work for my nephew,” Jeeves shared.
“Oh,” I said, surprised. “I was under the impression Voila was a wizard.” Jeeves was clearly a werewolf. It didn’t matter to me. I wasn’t a speciest, but was stunned that Zorro had gotten Voila’s species incorrect. Zorro was a stickler for detail.
“Nephew by marriage,” he explained. “I’m married to Cha-Cha’s lovely sister, Minerva. Been hitched for a century.”
“Congrats,” I said, immediately reaching into my bag yet again. It was turning out to be a terrific move to have shoved a bunch of my creations into my man-purse. “Would Minerva like a caftan?”
Jeeves gasped with delight and bounced up and down in his shiny patent leather shoes. “She would be beside herself! She follows your career and salivates over your works of art.”
My ego was in very good shape at the moment. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be crushed in the next hour.
I handed Jeeves a lovely blue caftan trimmed in rose sequins and a touch of marabou feathers. “Would she like this one?”
Again, the nattily dressed man gasped. “She would LOVE it!”
“Then it’s hers,” I told him, handing it over.
We both grinned like idiots. It felt great.
I stood up to my full height and threw my shoulders back. “I’m ready, Jeeves.”
“That’s the spirit!” he said, leading me to a beautifully carved mahogany door. “You’ll be just fine. Cha-Cha will take excellent care of you.”
With my fingers crossed, I stepped through the door. If Jeeves could skydive, I could go to a meeting.
“Here goes nothing,” I muttered as I did my own metaphorical skydive.
“You are kidding me,” I said, laughing so hard I snorted.
“Not one bit,” Cha-Cha said, slapping her thigh. “The stuck-up witchy idiot in charge forgot her panties and went flying on her broom over the entire magical convention. Showed her goodies to about four hundred wide-eyed and horrified members!”
Cha-Cha the witch and mother of Voila the Immortal Match Guy was my new best friend. Not only was she wearing one of my creations, she made it look like a million bucks. She was also hilarious and adorable. I would have given my favorite Louboutin stilettos to have had a mother like her. I hadn’t spoken to or seen my mother in a century. My sexuality had been an issue for her and the coven I’d been raised in—to the point where she’d tried to have me burned at the stake. Not a great memory. The first year of therapy with Edna had been dedicated to my egg donor. She still came up often.
“That’s priceless,” I said, swiping away a tear. “Karma can be a lovely thing indeed.”
“True that,” Cha-Cha said with a giggle as she pulled out a sheaf of papers. “You ready to create a profile, Johnson?”
My intestines rumbled a bit, but I forced myself to smile and nod. Jeeves was wonderful. Cha-Cha was simply beyond. If Voila was anything like his family, I’d come to the right place. “I am.”
“Alrighty then,” she said. “Let’s get cracking! What kind of man are you searching for?”
