“Margaux! A vaguely familiar voice cut through the crowd of people standing by the champagne fountain. I turned to see Selene emerge, with a thousand watts smile fixed on her mouth. She looked me over, arms akimbo and nodding in approval. “You look lovely as always.”
“So do you.” And she did. Selene was wearing a blush dress with layers upon layers of chiffon and tulle; small pink crystal flowers were stitched into the bodice. She looked every bit at home in my fantasy Fae court as I did. More so maybe.
Thrusting something into my hands, she asked, “Can you hold this for me?”
Not having much of a choice, I fumbled open the small compact. Why didn’t she just use one of the circular mirrors that hung from some of the tree branches around the clearing? They were much bigger. I held i
