The morning sun painted golden patterns across our New Orleans kitchen as Dad sat at the counter, surrounded by glowing RSVP crystals from across supernatural territories.
"Another five covens just confirmed," he muttered, making notes in his already-crowded ledger. "We're going to need more accommodations."
"Maybe we should just buy the whole Quarter," Mom laughed, rubbing her pregnant belly as she watched him work. "Turn it into one big supernatural hotel."
From my position curled up on the living room couch, I fought to keep my eyes open as Keshawn bounced around excitedly, showing off her junior bridesmaid dress to anyone who would look.
"And the flowers will be everywhere," she gushed, twirling. "And the lights will be magical, and—"
"Kionna?" Mom's voice carried concern as she n
