Witch Weigh (A Paranormal Romantic Comedy)

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these days.
    “Wow, those are some wings,” Bethany said, her voice full of awe.
    Tessa froze. Wings? What in the hell was going on?
    “They’re gold. Wow. I’ve never seen that shade before. They look like fairy wings,” Bethany said.
    Tessa couldn’t stand one more “wow” out of Bethany. Not when her head was about to explode. Was Fiona a fairy godperson? What was she doing here? And what were she and Liam up to?
    Tessa felt like she was drowning in a sea of unanswered questions. Feeling Claudia’s gaze upon her, she turned. A strange thing happened, something she’d never experienced before, but it was almost as if Claudia understood her confusion and her wish to be alone.
    “That’s enough gawking, Bethany.” Claudia took the younger woman by the arm. “Let’s go get you some of that yogurt.”
    After they’d gone to join the frozen yogurt line, a still numb Tessa accepted a diet soda from a waiter. She leaned against the wall, feeling no desire to mingle.
    “Having fun?”
    Tessa started. She hadn’t heard anyone come up beside her. She turned, a polite but dismissive smile pasted on her lips.
    “Aunt Trudy!” Tessa squealed. She’d never been so happy to see anyone before. “I can’t believe you’re here.” She threw herself into her aunt’s arms and hugged her close. “Your timing couldn’t be better! I’m so happy to see you.” And she meant it.
    Her aunt, dressed like Cleopatra, returned her smile. “You look beautiful, Tessa.”
    “Thank you,” Tessa beamed. “And you look less tired than usual.”
    “I see you still know your way around a compliment. Aren’t you going to ask me what I’m doing here?”
    Tessa grinned. “I don’t have to. I already know.” She set her glass of soda on a small side table. “Give me a moment to run upstairs and get my things. Oh, never mind, there’s nothing here I need to take with me. Let me just fetch Jinx and we can leave.”
    “Wait, Tessa.”
    Tessa froze, feeling as if she’d just been doused with a bucket of ice cold water. She knew that tone of voice and it meant she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. She slowly turned to face her aunt.
    “I thought you came to bring me home.”
    Her aunt shook her head. “It’s not time yet, my dear.”
    “Not time?” Tessa repeated dully. “But I’ve got it. I understand everything now, everything you and the council wanted me to learn.”
    “Let’s go sit somewhere so we can talk.”
    “I don’t want to talk,” Tessa protested. “I want to leave. Now.” She grabbed her aunt’s arm. “I can explain everything on the way back, tell you everything. You’ll be so pleased.”
    “Tell me what you think you’ve learned.”
    Tessa stepped back and frowned. “You say it’s not time for me to go back, and I don’t believe you came to ask me what I’ve learned, which means you’ve come to tell me something.”
    Her aunt’s silence was answer enough. Damn. It couldn’t be good news. But Aunt Trudy and her precious coven had already taken away her magic, her figure, even her cat, for crying out loud. There was nothing else she cared about, except for her dream of representing the coven in Europe.
    “You brought me news?” Tessa’s emotions swung from despair back to joy. “I’m in? The United Paranormal Council chose me?”
    “No, Tessa. They haven’t chosen anyone. Although I did hear that the field has been narrowed down to two candidates.”
    “And I’m one of them?”
    “You are.” Her aunt smiled.
    Tessa couldn’t contain her joy. She didn’t even care if her happy dance drew stares. “When are they going to issue a final decision?”
    Her aunt shook her head. “Back up, Contessa. You’re getting ahead of yourself.” She took Tessa by the arm and led her out through the French doors and onto the patio. “Even if you are selected you would still need the Upper Hallows Council’s approval as well. After all, you’d be representing not just yourself but all

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