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and I should be getting back.  I just wanted to congratulate you two.  And despite the fact that I am your only choice, I would love to be your Lady in Waiting.”  She leans her tall, willowy frame down and gives me a hug.  She gives Kallen a hug as well and then she’s off, strolling the halls looking for any sign of dark magic.
     
    As soon as she leaves, Kallen puts a finger under my chin and turns my face towards him.  With a look in his eyes that sends warmth through my body, he says, “I am so happy that you are going to be my wife tomorrow.  I love you.”  As he speaks, his lips get closer and closer to mine until there are no more words.  Just our lips and tongues communicating how happy we both are to be getting married tomorrow. 
     
    “May I remind the two of you that you are not right hand-fasted quite yet,” Dagda drawls.
     
    I can think of a million things I would like to do to my biological father at the moment.  None of them pleasant.  That was a really nice kiss and I resent having to end it.  Turning in my seat so I am facing him, I say, “Does that mean that after tomorrow you’ll never make a snide comment about us kissing again?”
     
    Dagda’s brows rise slightly.  “No, it does not.”  Well, that was honest.  “Xandra, this is Clarice, my personal chef,” he says indicating a short Fairy with a hook nose and no smile on her deeply wrinkled face.  Even though she looks as old as time itself, she still has hair the color of tar.  I don’t think it’s natural.  And I don’t want to know what made it that color because I’m pretty sure they don’t have hair dye in a box here.  Probably squid ink or something gross like that.
     
    “So you are the one all the fuss is over.  You look like a scrawny little thing to me,” she says through all the sandpaper that must be in her throat to make her voice sound like that.
     
    I give her a snarky look.  “You’re pretty scrawny yourself.  Is that because you don’t eat your own food?  If that’s the case, maybe we should get someone else to cook.”
     
    I expect Dagda to yell at me, not burst out laughing.  To my greater surprise, so does Clarice.  “Oh, you and I will get on just fine.  Come on, off to the kitchen with you.”  She gestures with a hand so skinny and frail it looks like it’ll blow away with the next strong wind.
     
    “You’re not going to make me do dishes are you?”  She seems like the type that will give me a sponge and tell me I might as well help get some work done while we talk.
     
    Now I get the surly look from Dagda.  “I have a full kitchen staff.  You will not be asked to perform physical labor anywhere under this roof.”
     
    Geez, bite my head off why don’t you.  The cackling from Clarice assures me that my mumbling was loud enough to be heard.  I stand up, still holding my wedding dress picture so that Kallen can’t see it.  “Are you coming?” I ask him.
     
    He shakes his head.  “No, Clarice does not allow Kegan or me in her kitchen.”
     
    Clarice narrows her eyes to slits as she looks at Kallen. “Absolutely not.  There is never anything left when they leave.”
     
    “It is always Kegan.  I would never deplete your pantry of food.”  Kallen is trying so hard to look innocent but no one believes it.
     
    Dagda clears his throat.  “Kallen, you and I can use this time to develop a plan of action for when we travel to the Dragon realm.”
     
    Whoa.  What?  “When we travel to the Dragon realm?”  I never even thought that he might be going with us.
     
    The look I get from him is stony and his words drop from his mouth like chunks of lead.  “If you think I am going to stay here while you go off alone to rescue the Fairy who raised me just because you do not want my company, you are incorrect.”
     
    Actually, that wasn’t what I meant at all.  Awkward.  “Um, I didn’t think that you wouldn’t want to go.  I guess I thought that you