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Bride of Tranquility
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Average fell in line behind Rachel, as the bride stormed the shop like Sherman marching on Atlanta. Average felt that if Rachel didn't get her way, that the results might be just as fiery. Uncle Tony of Uncle Tony's bridal looked - well, like an Uncle Tony. Or maybe like Telly Savalas in Kojak.
When they walked in, she half expected Uncle Tony to look up and ask them Who loves you baby?
“Rae, good to see you. I've got your dress in the back.” With that he disappeared into a back room. When he returned, Average knew immediately, that there was going to be trouble. Maybe it was the subtle pink hue of the dress, which Rachel had definitely not chose. . Or maybe it was the organza fabric, which also had not been Rachel's choice.
But Average was pretty sure that it was the great big, fairy wings.
“That's not my dress,” Rachel said flatly.
Uncle Tony looked from it, to Rachel and back. “Sure it is.”
“No it's not,” Rachel said empathetically. “I did not order a dress that would make me look like Tatiana in A Midsummer Night's Dream.”
Average immediately started humming. Trying to suck up all of Rachel's anxiety, and force a little calm in her. Additionally, Lord Valentine realized that Rachel was about to pull a Vesuvius, and stepped in as well.
“A moment, perre Tony, if you please,” He said as he grabbed Rachel by the shoulders, and steered her into a chair. He forced her to stick her head between her knees, then pulled her bodily back up, to look in her face. “Breathe, Mon Petite Chou.” Then he shoved her head between her knees again.
“Did you just call her your little dog?”
“Never mind,” Lord Valentine shook his head. He pulled a paper bag from a pouch on his belt, and handed it to her. “You keep her breathing. I'll handle the fairy dress.”
Average knelt next to Rachel's chair. She stared at her friend as if she were a claymore mine that could go off at any moment. She wondered if Lord Valentine kept a defibrillator in his man purse.
“Wings.” Rachel gasped. “Big, pink flippin' fairy wings. Like . . . six feet tall.”
“Not that tall,” Average said.
“Once I put them on, they would be. It's not even elegant, like in Ever After. It's pink. And sparkly. Like something a six-year old would wear.”
“Lord Valentine will fix it.”
Rachel looked at her with hope in her eyes. “You think so?”
Average tried to smile reassuringly. But she was self-consciously aware that her smile was just a little too toothsome.
“Oh,” Rachel snatched the bag from Average's hands, and started to hyperventilate into it. “Wings. I look like a giant My Little Pony reject”
“You do not.”
“Do so.”
“Well now I feel mature.”
“It's going to clash with my flowers.”
“It's light pink. That doesn't really clash with anything.”
“I'm going to look like an idiot.”
“No doubt about that.”
Rachel stopped hyperventilating, and gave her an incredulous look. She slowly lowered the bag from her mouth. Her face mirrored her shocked expression at Average's verbal smack down.
“It could be worse,”
“How?”
“It could be colored saffron.”
Rachel let out an incredulous bark of laughter. She shook her head, and Average laughed as well. Average's infectious laughter was like her infectious singing, it invaded the senses, and pulled the listener along for the ride.
Rachel doubled over. Her shoulders shook with repressed laughter, and tears streamed from her eyes.
“We're . . . We're . . .” She gasped. “Oh we're really sad, aren't we?”
A/N: In case someone out there wasn't paying attention, this NaNo is going to be the follow up to this book.
wordcount widgets
I caught up today!
Average fell in line behind Rachel, as the bride stormed the shop like Sherman marching on Atlanta. Average felt that if Rachel didn't get her way, that the results might be just as fiery. Uncle Tony of Uncle Tony's bridal looked - well, like an Uncle Tony. Or maybe like Telly Savalas in Kojak.
When they walked in, she half expected Uncle Tony to look up and ask them Who loves you baby?
“Rae, good to see you. I've got your dress in the back.” With that he disappeared into a back room. When he returned, Average knew immediately, that there was going to be trouble. Maybe it was the subtle pink hue of the dress, which Rachel had definitely not chose. . Or maybe it was the organza fabric, which also had not been Rachel's choice.
But Average was pretty sure that it was the great big, fairy wings.
“That's not my dress,” Rachel said flatly.
Uncle Tony looked from it, to Rachel and back. “Sure it is.”
“No it's not,” Rachel said empathetically. “I did not order a dress that would make me look like Tatiana in A Midsummer Night's Dream.”
Average immediately started humming. Trying to suck up all of Rachel's anxiety, and force a little calm in her. Additionally, Lord Valentine realized that Rachel was about to pull a Vesuvius, and stepped in as well.
“A moment, perre Tony, if you please,” He said as he grabbed Rachel by the shoulders, and steered her into a chair. He forced her to stick her head between her knees, then pulled her bodily back up, to look in her face. “Breathe, Mon Petite Chou.” Then he shoved her head between her knees again.
“Did you just call her your little dog?”
“Never mind,” Lord Valentine shook his head. He pulled a paper bag from a pouch on his belt, and handed it to her. “You keep her breathing. I'll handle the fairy dress.”
Average knelt next to Rachel's chair. She stared at her friend as if she were a claymore mine that could go off at any moment. She wondered if Lord Valentine kept a defibrillator in his man purse.
“Wings.” Rachel gasped. “Big, pink flippin' fairy wings. Like . . . six feet tall.”
“Not that tall,” Average said.
“Once I put them on, they would be. It's not even elegant, like in Ever After. It's pink. And sparkly. Like something a six-year old would wear.”
“Lord Valentine will fix it.”
Rachel looked at her with hope in her eyes. “You think so?”
Average tried to smile reassuringly. But she was self-consciously aware that her smile was just a little too toothsome.
“Oh,” Rachel snatched the bag from Average's hands, and started to hyperventilate into it. “Wings. I look like a giant My Little Pony reject”
“You do not.”
“Do so.”
“Well now I feel mature.”
“It's going to clash with my flowers.”
“It's light pink. That doesn't really clash with anything.”
“I'm going to look like an idiot.”
“No doubt about that.”
Rachel stopped hyperventilating, and gave her an incredulous look. She slowly lowered the bag from her mouth. Her face mirrored her shocked expression at Average's verbal smack down.
“It could be worse,”
“How?”
“It could be colored saffron.”
Rachel let out an incredulous bark of laughter. She shook her head, and Average laughed as well. Average's infectious laughter was like her infectious singing, it invaded the senses, and pulled the listener along for the ride.
Rachel doubled over. Her shoulders shook with repressed laughter, and tears streamed from her eyes.
“We're . . . We're . . .” She gasped. “Oh we're really sad, aren't we?”
A/N: In case someone out there wasn't paying attention, this NaNo is going to be the follow up to this book.