The First Lie by Virginia King

Author:Virginia King
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal women’s fiction mystery series, Intelligent quirky mystery with magic twist, Finding her true self own way strength center, Thinking girls chick lit woman’s crazy journey, Metaphysical mystery with mystical clues Hawaii, Divorced woman on the run books psychic sleuth, Modern folklore psychic detective mysteries
Publisher: Virginia King
Published: 2017-01-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Saturday stretches before me. A whole day until dinner with Sloane. I mean Alister. Will I ever be able to separate the man I’ve met from the man in the dream?

I woke in a panic this morning because he’s way out of my league. If he thinks I’m intriguing because I walked out on his contract, then a whole evening in my company is destined to be a serious let-down.

As we stack the breakfast dishes, Derek introduces another problem. “What are you going to wear?”

“Jeans.”

He pulls a face. “This is a chance to dress up, Selkie. Nightingale only took you to cemeteries but this is a real date. You might be dining at Jimmy Ho’s.”

“Jeans are all I’ve got, DD. I won’t wear the power suit, and I green-bagged everything else when I left Andrew. And anyway, last I heard you didn’t approve of this date.”

“True. I’m confused. But then I remembered Davina. If you’ve got the right frock I’ll be happy.”

“Why?” I know he’s going to tell me.

“Protection. The perfect dress channels your inner power. And creates an invisible shield against psychic invasion.”

Where does he get this stuff? “Well, I haven’t heard from Davina. She was going to send through some designs but she hasn’t.”

“Have you checked your messages lately?”

He’s right. During the seminar I didn’t want any distractions. When I open my inbox, sure enough there’s an email from Davina.

Come to my stall, she says, on Saturday.

“Very cryptic,” I say. “And bossy. What’s happened to the designs?”

Derek insists on taking me, and when Davina sees us she embraces me like an old friend.

“You don’t have to take it,” she says.

“What?”

“The dress.”

She’s pulling a hanger off a rack. It’s covered by a large paper bag. Do I want to see it?

“I know,” she says, seeing my face. “I was supposed to send through some designs, but something came over me yesterday, you know. A kind of trance. And when I woke up I’d gone into a fine frenzy and the dress was finished. You’ll know if it’s meant for you.”

A dress-designer-cum-psychic. What did I expect? “Is that how you do all your frocks?”

“No, no. I design intuitively, you know, it’s how I create garments with meaning. If I have a client in mind I tap into their energetic frequency.” She sounds like Derek. “But it’s a calm process. Never like this.”

She’s pulling off the paper bag and Derek is cooing, “Try it on, try it on.”

When I see it, I go into a trance of my own.

The dress is narrow and strikingly simple. Charcoal-black with a sheen almost like leather. Skinny sleeves reach to the wrists like long gloves, but they’re only joined on at the armpit because the shoulders are bare. Two broad straps from a centre V join behind the neck with a button. As Davina passes it to me the fabric shimmers silver.

It’s stunning. And I’m feeling light-headed. I want to be inside it more than anything. Then something flips and I almost lose my nerve.

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