Wickedly Ever After by Tegan Maher

Author:Tegan Maher [Maher, Tegan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magical Words Publishing
Published: 2019-11-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

The feast was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. Long tables set to seat thirty people each were draped in elegant white tablecloths and arranged in rows in the cavernous room, with one long table on a dais at the very front.

As with the hallways, the room was lit entirely by candles, but these were enchanted ones that hovered midair every few feet down each of the walls and above the tables. The light glittered off the silverware and the millions of jewels adorning fingers, gowns, hairpieces, and even shoes.

A Maître de led us to a table close to the front of the room, and I turned when I felt eyes on me. Ari was sitting beside his wife at the table on the dais. They both raised their champagne glasses and smiled. I smiled back and gave a little wave. Diana, the woman who’d locked horns with Stephanie, gave me a look of disdain before turning her attention to the angel to her right.

“Wow,” I said, my gaze roaming around the room. No matter how much I looked, I felt like I’d never catch every detail.

“Wow’s right,” Tempest said, hopping up onto a chair and putting her paws on the edge of the table. “This is incredible.”

I lowered my brows. “Get down from the table right now. I’m not sure what they expect you to do, but you can’t be up there, I’m sure.”

She raised a fluffy black eyebrow at me and motioned with her nose toward the table. “Can’t I though?”

There, in front of the plate, was a name card that distinctly said, “Tempest Maganti.”

“My bad,” I replied, holding up a hand. “Pop a squat.”

All around us, people were chatting and laughing, but I wasn’t exactly a mingler. I picked our champagne flutes up from the table and handed Colin his. With a quick flick of my wrist, I filled them up with our favorite vintage. Instead of the standard bubbly, though, the glasses filled with a pink effervescent drink that smelled faintly of raspberries.

I tilted my head, but Colin just smiled. “Apparently, the glasses know when to fill, and you don’t get an option.”

“Nifty!” I said before tilting the glass to my lips. “I’d like to know the trick. It would make my life a boatload easier.”

“Yeah, but then what would you do with all your spare time?” he smiled and clinked his glass to mine.

“Schmooze,” I replied, then took a sip. I almost choked when the wine hit my palate. The drink was unlike anything I’d ever tasted. The rich flavor of berries muddled with spices I couldn’t identify, but it was all I could do not to chug the rest of the glass. “This is one of the best things I’ve ever put in my mouth!”

“Yeah,” Colin agreed. “If the food’s this good, I’m in trouble.”

My stomach rumbled as I forced myself to take another small sip instead of a gulp. “You and me both, sugar.”

I’d noticed that no matter how I moved, the material of my dress didn’t bind.

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