“Wow! I have two fairy godmothers?”
“Double the pleasure. Double the fun,” they reply in unison.
“Now, darling, dry your tears,” says Chaz. “It’s bad for your complexion.”
“And you can’t go to the ball with red eyes,” chimes in Jeffrey.
My eyes grow wide. “I’m going to the ball?”
“That’s the goal here.” Chaz surveys me.
I look down at my sweats and then back at Chaz. “But I have nothing to wear.”
“No worries. I’m a fashion designer by day, a fairy godmother by night.”
Jeffrey glances at his Mickey Mouse watch. “Oh dear, we’re going to have to work fast. Are you ready?”
With a nod, I squeal out an eager “yes.”
“Chaz, do you remember the incantation?” Jeffrey asks his partner.
“Abracadabra?”
Jeffrey rolls his eyes dismissively “No, honey, that’s so last year. It’s bippity-boppity-boo.”
Chaz blushes. “Right.”
I stand as still as a statue while the twosome recite the magic words and wave their glittery wands. On my next breath, I find myself shrouded in a cloud of sparkling fairy dust. And when the dust settles, I’m dressed in the most beautiful ball gown I’ve ever set eyes on. A sexy tulle and lace pouf in a color that’s reminiscent of Prince Brandon’s famous violet eyes. I gasp. “Oh my God, it’s beautiful!” Tears of joy spring to my eyes.
Proud of their handiwork, my two fairy godmothers give me the once over.
“We need to accessorize,” comments Jeffrey.
“Totally.” Reciting another incantation, Chaz waves his magic wand. With a whoosh, he transforms my worn slippers into shimmering glass stilettos and my tears into a breathtaking pair of diamond teardrop earrings.
“Come look at yourself, honey,” says Jeffrey. Taking me by the hand, he leads me to a floor-to-ceiling gold-leaf mirror. I gasp at my reflection. I hardly recognize myself. My hair is done up in a crown of dark curls, and I’m wearing a stunning spaghetti-strap dress that hugs all my curves and compliments my cleavage. I look like a princess! And then my heart sinks.
“Fairy Godmothers, how am I going to get to the ball?” The thought of driving my little Mini-Cooper in this voluminous gown doesn’t sit well. Plus, I’m so anxious I’ll probably get into an accident. Or pee.
“No worries. Where’s your car?” asks Jeffrey. “I’m an event planner by day. I’m a whiz at these things.”
I tell him it’s in the driveway, and on my next inhale, the duo escorts me outside. Wagging his tail, Gooch trails behind us. Jeffrey waves his magic wand over the miniscule white car, and before my stunned eyes, it magically transforms into a majestic Rolls Royce. It’s fit for Hollywood royalty.
“Oh my God,” I mutter under my breath. “It’s outrageous, but there’s no way I can drive that to the ball. I’ll crash it for sure.”
“No worries.” Grinning, Jeffrey recites another incantation over panting Gooch, shrouding him in a pouf of fairy dust. My eyes grow wide again as the little dog magically transforms into an adorable shaggy, white-haired livery.
“Meet your new driver.” Jeffrey beams.
“Shall we, Madame?” says Gooch, gallantly opening the passenger door for me with a sweep of his arm.
Pinch me. This can’t be real. I slip into the car as gracefully as I can while Gooch gets into the driver’s seat.
“Get ready to par-tay,” chants Chaz.
“Enjoy the ball,” chimes in Jeffrey. “But there’s one caveat. At the last stroke of midnight, our spell will be broken. The Rolls will turn back into a Mini, the driver back into a mutt, and you back to a simple servant girl.”
A shiver skitters up my spine, but I’m still grateful for the incredible opportunity they’ve given me. “Fairy Godmothers! How can I ever thank you?”
“Give us hugs and be off. Have fun!” replies Jeffrey with a smile.
“Oh, and give the Prince a kiss from us,” adds in Chaz.
In twenty short magical minutes, we pull up to the entrance of the Prince’s majestic palace. It looks just like the castle at Disneyland. The valets take the car and escort me to the ballroom. For the third time tonight, my eyes grow as wide as spinning saucers. It’s a veritable spectacle filled with the glitterati of Hollywood. All eyes are on me, but my eyes are on only one person. Heart-stoppingly beautiful Prince Brandon. Our eyes connect instantly. He meets me halfway on my walk down the red carpet until we’re a mere breath apart. His violet eyes sparkle while a dazzling smile curls on his lips.
My heart flutters, my body trembles, and my legs go weak.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathes against my neck. “What is your name?”
“Zoella. But you can call me Zoey.” I’m tingling all over. Every fiber of my being is sparkling like fairy dust. For the first time in my life, I feel beautiful.
“Zoey, may I please have this dance,” he asks me. It’s more of a command than a question.
Before I can respond, a perturbed Katrina clamors up to us. “Brandon, you promised you’d dance with me!” She shoots me a what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-here look.
Prince Brandon shoves her away. She lands hard on her bony ass at the feet of her nearby mother and shrieks.
“Mommy, do something!”
Her shrieks fade in the distance as Brandon sweeps me into his arms and waltzes me away.
I’m his. Melting into him, I lose sight of everyone around me. My body follows his as if we’re sewn together. As if we’ve danced this way forever. He draws me in closer to him. His hard body brushes against my chest and his hard length against my center. My heartbeat accelerates and wetness beads between my legs.
“C’mon, let’s blow this pop stand,” he whispers in my ear and then whisks me away.
A few breaths later, we’re in his royal highness’s private chamber. Lit by candlelight, the cavernous room is dominated by a massive four-poster bed draped in violet satin and fit for a king. A tall grandfather clock sits in the corner. I can’t make out the time. I’m too distracted. Too caught up in the moment.
Bathed in the glow of the amber light, Brandon holds me tightly in his arms. His soft lips kiss my neck, shoulders, arms, and face, touching every ounce of flesh they can latch onto.
“Oh, Zoey,” he breathes against my neck. “From the minute I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one.”
My heart beating a mile a minute, my skin heating with fever, I lift my head and meet his smoldering gaze. Those violet eyes that dance with a glint of lust and love.
“Oh, Brandon. I’ve dreamt about you forever.”
Before I can say another word, his luscious mouth captures mine and he continues our erotic dance with his warm waltzing tongue. Each sensuous sweep takes me further to the edge until we’re entwined on a precipice. Fisting his silky hair, I deepen the kiss. I can’t get enough of him.
Without losing contact with my mouth, he tugs at the back zipper of my gown, and glides the dress down my body until it puddles at my feet. To my shock, I’m totally bare and wonder if my fairy godmothers deliberately left out underwear. Pulling away from me, Brandon beholds me. I feel terribly naked and ashamed under his gaze, but his sincere words ease my discomfort.
“Zoey, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined. A vision of womanly perfection.”
While I tremble with rapture, his mouth repossesses mine with a fierce kiss and his hands coast from my ass to my tits, lingering on all my curves. Moaning into my mouth, he gropes my bare breasts. His thumbs rub my sensitive nipples and send a tingly rush of wetness to my sex. My hands move back to his head, but this time I cradle his gorgeous face between my fingers. Capturing one of my wrists, he places a hand between his thighs. His hot rigid length sears my palm. He’s as aroused as I am. I feel the fiery desire that’s consuming us both.
“Oh, Zoey, you make me feel so good,” he breathes into my mouth, breaking the delicious kiss. His lips return to mine yet again before he rips off his clothes in a fit of passion. My fingernails dig deep into his heated flesh as he scoops me into his arms and lays me down on his regal bed. The sea of satin sheets feels cool against my flaming skin.