by Deanna Chase
The interesting thing, my intuition told me she was fine and Constance was worried for nothing.
“I just wanted to make sure because you haven’t decorated for All Hallows’ Eve yet.” Normally, Patience was the first one to decorate for the annual event where we keep open our shops until the late hours and let children of Locust Grove come and gather candy to celebrate. It was our way of showing off our true heritage without giving our little secret away to the world.
“I’ll be working on that later today or tomorrow.” Patience crossed her thick arms. Her head jerked when the yellow ball bounced down the stairs and stopped abruptly at her feet.
“That ball!” I screamed and looked up the steps. “Whose ball is that?”
“My ostrich.” She kicked the ball with her toe. She jerked her fingers at the joint without moving her hand as if she were telling someone to get away or move away, thinking I didn’t see it. “I have to go play with him now.”
“But.” I called after her as she hurried away. Only she didn’t stop. She left me standing there.
There was nothing wrong with her, but there was something wrong in the funeral home. It was going to have to be Constance’s problem. I had my own to deal with.
Chapter 5
“June, come on.” Oscar yelled from the family room of my small cottage, soon to be our cottage. “We are already late as it is and we still have to get Eloise.”
“I’ll be just a minute.” The image staring at me wasn’t of the happy bride I had always pictured myself as. I had all but given up hope on any help from Raven since I hadn’t heard from her. “Now what?” I asked myself.
No matter how much I was prepared to stand up for myself against the aunts, an uneasy feeling stirred deep within me. Something was not right. My gut told me Patience and my wedding had something to do with it. Was she the key I was seeking to find peace between the two aunts?
The phone rang, bringing me out of my thoughts. I was sure Oscar would answer it since he was closer to the kitchen and sure enough, Oscar’s voice greeted the caller.
“June! Raven is on the phone,” Oscar called from the kitchen.
No amount of primping and makeup was going to make me feel better inside and I had a newfound hope she had some sort of answer for me.
“Oh, you come out here to talk to her, but not hurry for me?” Oscar winked his crystal blue eyes at me and smiled a bright toothy grin before putting his arm around my waist and pulling me to him. He brushed a gentle kiss across my forehead. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” The touch of his lips on mine was a warm velvet sensation. The red cocktail dress was the perfect choice.
“Are you two making out?” Raven’s voice screamed through the end of the phone.
“Oh,” I giggled and put the phone up to my ear, pulling away from Oscar. “Did you get the information I need?” I tried to talk in code. Oscar was already as anxious as me and I didn’t want him to know I was going to bamboozle his heritage.
“I’m sorry, June.” Her voice flat. “Every Dark-Sider I asked said the same thing.”
“What was that?” I knew better than to ask, but I did against my own intuition.
“Don’t get married outside of the heritage. Meaning, don’t marry a Good-Sider,” her voice trailed off.
“I know what it means. I’ve got to go.” Her news didn’t make me feel a bit better.
“You aren’t thinking about calling off the wedding, are you?” Hurriedly she asked before I hung up the phone.
“Oscar,” I reached for my cloak I had hung up on the coat rack next to the door. He grabbed the edges and helped put it around my shoulders. “I’ve been thinking.”
“That is not a good sign.” His brows lifted.
“Eloise, Aunt Helena, or I, well,” I gulped, “will kill one or the other before this wedding goes off. I shouldn’t have to be worried about Dark-Sider versus Good-Sider. I should be worried about what drink I’m going to be having on the beach on our honeymoon.”
“Don’t worry about them. No one is going to kill anyone. It’s a happy day.” He smiled; his beautiful teeth glistened. I ran my tongue over my imperfect front teeth that were slightly overlapped. “We are going to tell them how we want it. It’s our wedding and no matter what, K.J. is going to marry us and we are going to use the Native American black clay wedding vase for the ritual.” He hugged me tight. “Got it?”
“Got it,” I said knowing I didn’t have it.
No matter how good Oscar’s words sounded to my ears, they didn’t register with my intuition.
“Don’t forget this.” He grabbed my charm bracelet off the counter and clasped it on my arm. “This will make you feel better.” He twirled it around and took a look at all the charms Mr. Prince Charming had given me since he showed up on the front steps of my home on my tenth birthday.
“Mr. Prince Charming and I have had our differences, but he has kept you safe for me.” Oscar rubbed the turtle charm that kept me steady on my journey to finding our heritage, the owl charm to keep me wise about my secrets, the purple stone gave me clarity, the angel wings protected me with guidance from above, the dove gave me hope when I thought I was in trouble, the third eye let me peer into the future and the small potion bottle provided harm to none when I had to put my spiritual powers into full play.
“You’re right.” My nerves settled a little bit. “Plus he hasn’t given me any charms lately which means we are a-okay.”
“Right.” Oscar and I looked down.
Mr. Prince Charming was doing figure eights around my ankles before he hacked as though he had a fur ball. Quite the opposite.
“Until now,” I groaned picking up what looked to be a ghost charm to add to my collection.
Chapter 6
“Ghost charm?” Bella stirred uneasily around her shop. Her turban sat atop her blond hair.
“Yea, ghost charm.” Deep down, I knew Bella knew about the charm. My eyes shifted to my ornery fairy-god cat. When our eyes met, he raised a paw, licked it and tucked his head to clean his ear. “And neither of you are looking at me.”
Ahem, Bella cleared her throat. “You weren’t supposed to get it until after the honeymoon.” There was a certain alarm in her tone.
“After? Don’t you think you should’ve told me if I needed protection?” My brows lifted, my throat dried, my heart sped up. “This is the last thing I need tonight.”
“And that is why I didn’t say anything.” Slowly her head tilted toward Mr. Prince Charming, her black lashes swooped down. Mr. Prince Charming stared at her before he went back to cleaning himself.
“Spill it while you put it on there with the rest of my charms.” I uncurled my palm in front of me revealing the charm.
She reached out, her long nails had little wedding bells painted on them, and took the charm and unclasped my bracelet. Her ankle length green dress dragged the ground as she swooped around the counter where she used all sorts of tools to put the charm on the bracelet.
“The charm means swift, fast action.” Bella motioned me over and stretched the bracelet from clasp to end. “And I don’t think you need to worry about this until later.”
I stuck my wrist out. Later? “How much later?”
“After the wedding and honeymoon.” She patted my hand in a reassuring way.
“Oscar is not happy with how things are going down. First the aunts, then the June’s Gems, Patience, and now this,” I groaned and jiggled my wrist to make sure the bracelet was secure. Losing it would be the topping on the cake.
“Aunts?” Her head tilted.
“Oh yea.” I shook my head. “We can talk about it on our way to Full Moon. Oscar is already mad that I had to come here to see you before I went. He went to get Eloise and will meet me there.”
“Let me get my cloak.” She held up a finger and disappeared into the back room. “Ready?” she asked, immediately appearing in the doorway.
“As I’ll ever be.” I bit back the feeling
something bad was going to happen.
In short order, we made it down Main Street but not without oohing and aahing over the decorations for tomorrow’s All Hallows’ Eve festivities. I had to get on the ball with my decorations. It would be a good distraction. The full moon hung over the village, millions of stars dotted the darkness along with the fireflies, the teenagers of the community.
I filled Bella in on the day’s events and the teens darted around us. Teenager souls came back as fireflies which was perfect since they both like to stay up late and sleep all day.
“I might just kill one of them.” I sucked in a deep breath, taking in the fresh night air.
“You will figure it out.” She assured me. “But I highly suggest you keep the ghost charm to yourself until after the wedding.” She said it again like I didn’t get it the first time, sending the hairs on my neck to standing.
I stopped when Full Moon Treesort came into view. Amethyst Plum had wrapped the stairs going up to the lodge in purple wisteria vine. I choked up with tears when I saw the Drowsy Daisies and Moonflowers spread evenly around the vines.
Drowsy Daisies and Moonflowers were my mom Darla’s favorite flowers along with the wisteria vine. Candelabras, six long white candles and six long black candles, were on each step. The candles were lit and let off a romantic scent of roses. A light wind blew, bringing all the fragrances into one lovely scent.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Bella wrapped her arm around me. “When Amethyst asked about your favorite flower, everyone told her about Darla’s love of certain flowers.”
“You did good.” I tilted my head and rested it on her shoulder, taking in all the twinkling lights Amethyst had hung around the beautiful bed and breakfast.
The two-story structure was the main building of the treesort. It wasn’t your typical bed and breakfast. The rooms were tree houses with different themes and Amethyst had promised me the honeymoon suite for our wedding night.
The wall of full-length windows was filled with all of my friends from Whispering Falls, looking out at me and Bella. Oscar stood between the aunts with a smile on his face and K.J. stood behind him.
Mr. Prince Charming and Bella stood back as they let me go first. Gently I touched the flowers with each step. The Singing Nettles flowers hummed the bridal march. My insides warmed. Some things in my life might be unsettled, but this I knew was right with the world, my world.
Oscar had been the one since the day I met him when we were children and hid under the tree to eat all the Ding Dongs I wanted, until Darla found out. She too loved Oscar. She and my father knew what they were doing when they made the betrothal arrangement to bring our two families together.
“The agreement,” I gasped realizing that was our way out of the aunts’ demands.
Chapter 7
“Congratulations!” Everyone held up a glass of champagne when I walked into the Treesort.
Oscar rushed over with a flute for me. Gently he bent down and gave me a light kiss on the lips. The crowd erupted and chanted more, more, more.
“I guess we have to give them what they want.” Oscar’s smile reached his eyes. Before I could answer he pulled me close and kissed me long and hard, sending the pits of my stomach into a swirly whirl.
Rowl, Mr. Prince Charming batted around us, showing his displeasure. Everyone burst out in laughter.
“Someone is jealous.” Gerald Regiula stepped forward. He wore black coattails, black pants, and a top hat. His best accessory wasn’t his mustache, but baby Orin strapped around him.
“Oh, Mr. Prince Charming.” Petunia swooped him up. “You are and will always be June’s first love.” She took a catnip treat out of her messy up-do and handed it to him.
Reluctantly he took the treat and darted off.
Oscar and I walked around thanking everyone for coming to our rehearsal dinner before we made it over to our aunts, who were in the corner with their heads together bantering back and forth. K.J. stood next to them. His long black hair cascaded down his back and his dark skin looked flawless.
“Here,” Aunt Helena grabbed my arm. “Tell June your nutty idea.” Her hand flew to the side and a spark shot out from her finger.
“Listen to me!” I shouted. Suddenly the room went quiet. Eerily quiet. Oscar gently touched my back, bringing me out of my crazy mind. I sucked in a deep breath.
“I think everyone could use a June’s Gem.” Faith rushed around the room with a tray full of the delicious treat. “Especially you.” She winked and handed me my stress relief.
Eloise took one and bit down. “Blllleeeech!” Her tongue slipped through her lips.
“Oh no.” The expression on Raven’s face reminded me of her pulling me into her shop and the symbol on the dough. “Asafetida,” she whispered my way.
“Oh God!” I grabbed my bag and pulled out Madame Torres knowing I only had a couple minutes before the potion turned deadly.
“What?” Oscar spoke with bitterness. “What is wrong with my aunt? June?”
I waved him off and tilted Madame Torres. She appeared full face in the glass globe. Her eyes gaping back at me.
“Tell me,” I said with a warning tone.
“Let’s get one thing straight first.” Her eyes narrowed. “I will not take orders from Oscar when you two are united.”
“You will not. Now, tell me what is going on,” I demanded in a rushed voice. My intuition told me time was of the essence.
My crystal ball swirled red with bolts of yellow lightning. The lightning filled the globe until they all came together and formed into a yellow ball. Next to the ball was Patience.
“I’m not feeling so well.” Eloise sucked in a deep breath. Aunt Helena grabbed Eloise by the elbow and sat her down on one of the many couches in the gathering area of the bed and breakfast.
“June.” Oscar’s voice was monotone and deafening to my ears. He wanted answers.
All the guests had gathered around Eloise asking what she needed or if any of them could get her something.
“Patience,” I whispered and scanned the room for her. When I was sitting on the front porch of A Charming Cure this morning while Aunt Helena and Eloise was arguing, the yellow ball appeared. When I was making the potion for the mother of the bride, and I thought about the Asafetida, the yellow ball was there. When I went to see Patience, the yellow ball was there. “Patience,” I gasped.
She was huddled in the corner with the ball next to her feet. Her eyes darted around, taking in the situation that was happening with Eloise.
I rushed over to her.
“Me, you, that.” I pointed to the ball. “Now!”
Without a word, she rushed behind me out to the wraparound deck.
“Where is it?” Frantically I looked around her feet for the yellow ball. “That yellow ball has something to do with you and it’s evil.”
She bit her lip.
“Tell me now or Eloise might die.” I wasn’t getting a gut intuition of death, but I was getting a very sick feeling, meaning Eloise would become very sick if I couldn’t figure out a potion.
“He’s not evil. Just a little mischievous.” Her voice was resigned.
“He? He who?” I knew I was going to have to draw it out of her. “Is this the person Constance sees you talking to?”
“She sees me?” Patience’s eyes darted up to mine.
“She knows something is going on. And now you have to tell me,” I demanded.
“Tell her,” Petunia appeared next to us along with Mr. Prince Charming and the yellow ball. She coughed and took a drink from her glass of water. “Tell her.”
“I get it,” My mind wrapped around the situation. “Your gift is the ability to see ghosts. I got a ghost charm.” Ideas rolled out of my mouth. “There is a ghost child you see and he plays with the yellow ball and he loves Mr. Prince Charming.”
She nodded her head.
“But what did he do to Eloise?” I wasn’t able to make a connection.
“He said you w
anted her to see your way so he took some of your Asafetida from your shop and put it in the dough at Wicked Good.” Her green eyes were a blur from her tears. “I told him not to do that, but he loves your cat so much that he wanted to make you happy. Plus he thinks you can help him cross over.”
“Cross over?” I questioned. “Hold that thought! I have to get Eloise a potion.”
Without my cauldron, reversing the effects of the Asafetida was definitely going to have be done with some herbs around Full Moon Treesort. Then it clicked. The Drowsy Daisies and Moonflowers were used in soothing a sick stomach and with maybe with a little magical help from Madame Torres, I’d be able to reverse the side effects of the Asafetida.
I quickly plucked a couple flowers and pulled Madame Torres out of my bag.
“Show me the Magical Cures Book.” I kept my voice stern as I gave her my command.
The globe went black, flickers of lime green specs floated from the bottom up like caffeinated bubbles, coming a full boil. The boil exploded into a picture of the inside of A Charming Cure and zeroed in on the journal Darla had left me with her homeopathic cures in it, only it turned magical after I embraced my heritage.
The pages of the book rapidly flipped until it settled on a page. Madame Torres zoomed in.
“Reversal spell.” Relief set in my gut, letting me know it was the right spell.
I blew out and grabbed one of the black candles from the candelabra and took Petunia’s glass of water. I took a big gulp of water in my mouth and didn’t swallow. I leaned the black candle over the glass and let it drip hot wax in the bottom. I stuck the butt of the candle down into the glass and let it stand in the wax as it hardened. I put the cup up to my mouth and spit the water in it to fill up around the candle. With my finger, I touched the wick, igniting it.
With my eyes closed, I took a long breath in and out to clear my head only focusing on Eloise and the reversal. I envisioned the June’s Gem she was eating within the candle’s flame. The wick sputtered and went out as it touched the water.
“The spell is broken,” the words flowed out of my mouth. I handed Petunia her glass back and rushed inside to see how Eloise was, hoping it wasn’t too late.
