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“Lots of women have kids when they’re older, even in their fifties. And if you can’t carry one yourself, you can hire a surrogate or try adoption. There are tons of foster kids looking for someone to love.”
“I’m not opposed to any of that, but I’ve set a goal. I can accomplish anything I want to as long as I put my mind to it.”
“Your determination is amazing.”
“Thank you.”
“We’ll find a baby daddy for you at the ball.” She squinted out the window as the vehicle approached the castle. “If there are no likely prospects, we’ll cut out early and watch some movies.”
“Mermaid first, I assume.”
“Then we’ll watch Brave.”
My favorite.
“I see myself as Princess Merida—minus the cute shape and princess-ness,” I said.
“You’re regal.”
“Thanks.” I stroked my long tresses she’d artfully arranged for me. She said pulling them up made my neck appear swanlike. “I’ve got her hair.”
“Totally.”
“It’s my one good feature.”
“You have tons of good features.” She pursed her lips. “You’re pretty, brave like the princess, and you’re the nicest person I know.” She poked my chest gently.
“We just moved to Monsterville so know many people here.” We’d packed our things and driven halfway across the country, renting rooms at a cute little B&B run by a human/gargoyle couple, Violet and Goreg. I missed my mom, but it was time I stretched my wings.
Seyla had put a deposit on a house and would move out soon. I’d remain at the B&B until I’d saved enough for an apartment. The B&B wasn’t a bad place to live. Eye candy helped; Goreg was a god with wings.
“You know what I mean,” she said. “You’re amazing. Some monster is going to scoop you up.”
“I think the phrase is sweep me off my feet.”
“That too.”
I shot her a grin. “Thanks, but nope.”
“You need to saddle that bad boy and get riding.”
“Men are not stallions.”
“Around here, they might be. Have you checked out the centaur living down the street?”
I frowned. “I’ve always wondered about centaurs.”
“Ask one on a date. It could be a wild ride.”
We both snickered. Talking about a guy’s junk was much easier than dealing with it.
“You look wonderful, and every elf in the place is going to notice,” she said. “Our gowns are perfect.We’reperfect.”
Thank you, Rylee, for giving me a full-time position—with benefits! —in her cupcake shop/bakery. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to afford this gown, even with Seyla’s “loan” that wasn’t really a loan. As a romance author, she made boatloads of money. She’d paid for half my dress.
I’d have more money in general but my mom needed help. There was nothing wrong with being there for your family.
“I think this is as close as I’m allowed to go,” the troll driver said, bringing the vehicle to a stop behind other vehicles discharging guests. “Is this enough?”
