Louise sashayed in, the ethereal lighting of moonbeams shining through the window, reflecting off the sequins on her shoes and chunky costume jewellery.
Ethan was with Shawna. When Louise walked in, his head turned. It was Louise he really wanted.
She turned away from Ethan. He was there with someone else. It was the right thing to do.
But she whispered an incantation under her breath and his old girlfriend walked straight into the arms of someone else.
It was the only way for Louise to get the man she wanted without looking like the bad girl.
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Lacey Dearie
Indie author 📚 Blogger 💻 Humanities student 👩🏻🎓 Editor of the 27th best blog in Scotland apparently 🏆 Unapologetic daydreamer 😑 Natural introvert/selective extrovert 💃🏻 Member of the Cat Writers Association 🐈⬛
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
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Every time a princess is officiated, they come into having their companion. Not a familiar. It is similar to one, but no one wants to call it that because of how afraid people are of witches. We are two parallels all the same. We both have magic and a companion. It is just where one is seen as bright and beautiful, while the other is dark and scary. My name is Princess Dolly. Our names help us to be able to guess what we will be the princess of and what our companion may be.
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Ooooo Lacey, I loved the very romantic and beautiful setup and then the just slightly sinister turn it took. Bravo, Ayrshire lass!