Chapter 3
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~Melissa~
They all burst out laughing.
Frank “Hey! I can hear you!”
He shouts from outside making me give the girls a wink.
Melissa “Now let’s all take a deep breath and calm down.”
You feel the excitement come down a notch, the emotion changing from mad people and they stop hyperventilating.
Melissa “Visualize your goal, look, take time to see yourself from head to toe. Every detail of what it is you want to look like. Deep breathe in and out.”
I give them a second or two. A spark of light running through the circle.
Melissa “Feel the love of sharing and caring for each other. It is not a competition, but a night to enjoy.”
Calmly all the girls kiss me on the cheek, breaking the circle and going upstairs to get ready.
Frank “I’m not gonna ask how you do that. I’m just gonna sit here on our porch and look at what the rest of the pack is up to until you tell me to go get dressed.”
He shouts from outside. I join him sitting down on his lap, my arms around his neck.
Melissa “You my darling husband don’t have to do anything except getting dressed when I tell you.”
I laugh, and he pulls me closer kissing me. I permit him without hesitation, exploring his mouth as eagerly as he does mine. Our passion burning just as strong as the first day we met.
Glinda “EEEUUUWWWW Mom and Dad!!! Now I’m going to have to wash my eyes with antiseptic!”
She shouts, turning around and running back into the house, leaving her two amused parents behind.
~Frank~
Frank “And they are all preparing to find boyfriends tonight?”
I lift my eyebrow asking Melissa. This was going to be interesting...
Sitting there listening to my girls and their mother thinking to myself... they are all excited about finding boyfriends!! I better check my guns, jumping up I walk to my office.
Melissa “Where are you going, honey?”
Frank “Nowhere honey... Just going to check my guns!”
“DAD!!!” My girls shriek, making Melissa laugh, tears running down her cheeks.
It happens every year. First, I want them out of the house, then when it hits me, I check my guns. It must be terrible to have a werewolf for a father and the Alpha at that!
Isobel “Mom, can you please come and help me? I have an idea in mind, but I am not so sure if it will be okay for the festival.”
Melissa “Sure Isobel, on my way.”
~Isobel~
Mom walks into the room finding me dressed in a black short dress, the same pattern she wore the day mom met dad. Showing off my thin middle and fanning out to just above my knees. A silver sash around my waist, complimenting my beauty.
Melissa “Any reason you are going for a black dress?”
Isobel “I don’t know. It just feels right. Is that okay? Doesn’t it mean something horrible is going to happen, mother? Maybe I should rather put on something with more color.”
I ask panicked
Melissa “Firstly my darling daughter black is a color.”
She winks at me.
Melissa “Secondly if the dress is calling to you there is no use in wearing anything else. You will feel uncomfortable all evening and sometimes... destiny decides for you remember?”
Isobel “Okay, mom.”
I nod, having lost some of my sparks to go to the festival.
~Melissa~
I check in on Circe who is wearing her favorite full-length white satin gown. Slits down the sides from just below the hips to the tips of her toes. Frank hates this dress, making me giggle when I see my daughter. Golden yarn weaved into the fabric makes the dress shimmer in the light. In deep discussion with her wolf Leloo who is refusing to wear beaded “sandals”. Her hair the color of chocolate against her dress. Circe is so engrossed in her appearance that neither she nor Leloo notices me closing the door.
Isobel comes walking down the passage twirling a strand of her beautiful long silver hair around her index finger.
Melissa “Isobel?”
Isobel “Mother? Mheegan is also unsettled. We just can’t agree. Maybe we should just stay this year.”
Melissa “Darling wolf daughter of mine, you both get this nervous every year and then end up being the life of the party. You are my social butterfly daughter. Just take a breath as I showed you earlier. If the dress is still a problem, try another. There is still enough time.”
I hug her hearing Mheegan growl softly. She generally hates dresses, preferring to rather wear short shorts, and chase rabbits.
Stepping into the room of the twins' Willow and Tabatha the scene is what I expected. Willow on the bed reading a book, already dressed in her normal daily uniform of a dress, hair tied back into a neat bun and sensible shoes. Tabatha on the other hand is chatting away, clothes all over the place eyes bright trying on dress after dress.
Tabatha “Hi, Mom! What do you think of this one?”
Melissa “Beautiful Tabatha, the dark blue in your dress shows off those beautiful eyes.”
I wink knowing Tabatha never has issues getting ready.
Melissa “Willow?”
Willow “Yes, mother?”
Melissa “You okay over there?”
Willow “Yes thank you, mother.”
Willow is the kind of child that just carries on on her own. She didn’t get over-excited or depressed. She was quiet, loved her books, and not standing out in a crowd.
Glinda “MOOOOMMM”
She yells just as I open the door.
Melissa “You called little one.”
Glinda “I’m not a little one mom! Circe won’t let me use her lip-gloss,”
She complains.
Melissa “Then come use mine, my darling girl.”
Glinda “No, I want hers, it smells nice.”
Circe “That is why I don’t want you using it brat! You will finish the entire tube before the night is over!”
Circe says walking past the door on her way downstairs.
Glinda “I’m not a brat! MOM! Tell her! I’m not a brat!”
Melissa “Glinda darling, you know I don’t lie.”
Glinda “MOM!”
Tears forming in her eyes.
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