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number.”
“It doesn’t fit.” But as the words left her lips, Tessa realized she was wrong. The dress did fit. Not only had the zipper stayed zipped but she actually had some wiggle room now. What the hell was going on? She crossed over to the full length mirror and pivoted around. Not ten minutes before her dress had been so tight that with one false move she could have created a snowstorm of red sequins. But now the dress fit like a dream, hugging her curves in all the right places and all the right ways.
She couldn’t help herself. She squealed with delight.
“Chicks are weird.” Marcus shook his head.
Tessa grinned. That the dress fit, pleased her. That she’d just possibly discovered the way out of her strange predicament, was pure magic.
She turned to Marcus and fixed him with an appraising look. “I need help with something.”
“Name it.” He pointed to his forehead. “I owe you for this.”
“How are you with wire?”
His eyebrows shot up. “Say what?”
“Can you please try to make something for me?”
He shrugged. “I can try.”
Tessa took a hanger from the closet and handed it to Marcus. “I need help with my halo.”
“There’s something I bet you’ve never said before.” He laughed, a genuinely happy sound that made Tessa smile. She needed to watch all this smiling and laughing. It was all new to her. And it probably caused wrinkles.
She ripped a red satin ribbon from a clown’s outfit and wound half of it around a headband. When Marcus handed her the halo she wound the rest of the ribbon around it.
“Voila,” she cried triumphantly, holding up her creation proudly. “I’m just like MacGyver.”
“Who?” Marcus looked puzzled.
“You don’t know who MacGyver is?” Tessa shook her head. “He was a character on a television show and he could make anything out of nothing. The show was on in the eighties.”
“Eighties?” Marcus gave her the once over and then cocked his head to the side. “How old are you?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Tessa grabbed his arm. “Come on, Potter, let’s go get something to eat.”
***
“That’s your third banana, Tessa.” Bethany’s expression was one of worry. “Do you know how many calories that is?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Tessa popped the last bite in her mouth and then patted her lips with a napkin. Now that she knew the way down the scale and out of this mess she wasn’t going to worry about calories, or exercise, or anything other than getting what she wanted.
She turned to look at Bethany. “I like your costume.” Bethany was Mrs. America, at least according to the white sash across her bosom. The poor thing looked uncomfortable, like she wished she was a thousand miles away. Tessa felt sorry for her, yet another new experience.
“Do you and your husband go out on the town very much?” Tessa asked. Chatting with another woman, mortal at that, was not something she had much experience with. Or finesse either, judging by the tears that welled in Bethany’s eyes. “I mean, when he’s not deployed. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say anything wrong.”
Bethany shook her head. “No, you didn’t. I just miss him.”
“Tell me how your kids are doing,” Tessa said, knowing Bethany’s children were a safe subject.
Bethany smiled. “They’re with my brother Cody on his ranch in Texas. He’s a bachelor and, while he loves being an uncle, I think he’s in over his head. But the kids are having the time of their little lives.”
As they talked they watched the wait staff clear the dining room tables and move furniture aside to make room for a dance floor. The atmosphere was far more festive than usual. Bright gold and green streamers hung from the ceiling and purple and red balloons floated this way and that, giving the room a Mardi Gras feel. The normal air of deprivation was gone. She guessed this had something to do with the fat free frozen yogurt station being set up
“It doesn’t fit.” But as the words left her lips, Tessa realized she was wrong. The dress did fit. Not only had the zipper stayed zipped but she actually had some wiggle room now. What the hell was going on? She crossed over to the full length mirror and pivoted around. Not ten minutes before her dress had been so tight that with one false move she could have created a snowstorm of red sequins. But now the dress fit like a dream, hugging her curves in all the right places and all the right ways.
She couldn’t help herself. She squealed with delight.
“Chicks are weird.” Marcus shook his head.
Tessa grinned. That the dress fit, pleased her. That she’d just possibly discovered the way out of her strange predicament, was pure magic.
She turned to Marcus and fixed him with an appraising look. “I need help with something.”
“Name it.” He pointed to his forehead. “I owe you for this.”
“How are you with wire?”
His eyebrows shot up. “Say what?”
“Can you please try to make something for me?”
He shrugged. “I can try.”
Tessa took a hanger from the closet and handed it to Marcus. “I need help with my halo.”
“There’s something I bet you’ve never said before.” He laughed, a genuinely happy sound that made Tessa smile. She needed to watch all this smiling and laughing. It was all new to her. And it probably caused wrinkles.
She ripped a red satin ribbon from a clown’s outfit and wound half of it around a headband. When Marcus handed her the halo she wound the rest of the ribbon around it.
“Voila,” she cried triumphantly, holding up her creation proudly. “I’m just like MacGyver.”
“Who?” Marcus looked puzzled.
“You don’t know who MacGyver is?” Tessa shook her head. “He was a character on a television show and he could make anything out of nothing. The show was on in the eighties.”
“Eighties?” Marcus gave her the once over and then cocked his head to the side. “How old are you?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Tessa grabbed his arm. “Come on, Potter, let’s go get something to eat.”
***
“That’s your third banana, Tessa.” Bethany’s expression was one of worry. “Do you know how many calories that is?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Tessa popped the last bite in her mouth and then patted her lips with a napkin. Now that she knew the way down the scale and out of this mess she wasn’t going to worry about calories, or exercise, or anything other than getting what she wanted.
She turned to look at Bethany. “I like your costume.” Bethany was Mrs. America, at least according to the white sash across her bosom. The poor thing looked uncomfortable, like she wished she was a thousand miles away. Tessa felt sorry for her, yet another new experience.
“Do you and your husband go out on the town very much?” Tessa asked. Chatting with another woman, mortal at that, was not something she had much experience with. Or finesse either, judging by the tears that welled in Bethany’s eyes. “I mean, when he’s not deployed. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say anything wrong.”
Bethany shook her head. “No, you didn’t. I just miss him.”
“Tell me how your kids are doing,” Tessa said, knowing Bethany’s children were a safe subject.
Bethany smiled. “They’re with my brother Cody on his ranch in Texas. He’s a bachelor and, while he loves being an uncle, I think he’s in over his head. But the kids are having the time of their little lives.”
As they talked they watched the wait staff clear the dining room tables and move furniture aside to make room for a dance floor. The atmosphere was far more festive than usual. Bright gold and green streamers hung from the ceiling and purple and red balloons floated this way and that, giving the room a Mardi Gras feel. The normal air of deprivation was gone. She guessed this had something to do with the fat free frozen yogurt station being set up
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