An hour later, Tory fingered her hair nervously while she sat in front of the mirrored vanity waiting for one of her godmothers to pick up her call. She tried to school her features when Destiny’s smiling face shimmered for a moment before it became clear. Behind her, Tory could see a line of toilet stalls with different names on them.
“Hi love,” Destiny answered. “How are things going?”
Tory rolled her eyes. “As if you don’t already know,” Tory muttered. “Destiny, I need to know if I’m… if I’m…” Tears filled Tory’s eyes as Destiny’s expression softened with concern. “I’m so confused.”
“Things will work out, Tory. You just have to believe that,” Destiny responded.
“I met someone. He’s a werewolf,” Tory blurted out. “We… He… Am I pregnant?”
Destiny chuckled. She turned as the door open
