8
Elle
One week later
It’s another early morning with my enchanted stalkers and wizard boyfriend. Alec and I have our regular places for this ritual. He’s seated on his favorite chair; I’m camped out by the bedroom window. And the stalkers? They’re playing their part as well.
“Elle! Elle! We want Cinderella!”
Noisy little buggers.
Across the bedroom, Alec flips to a new page in his notebook. “What do you have for me today?”
“Thirty-one humans are traipsing around down there. Twelve carry signs. Each one reads the same thing as always. Pick a new prince, Elle!”
Alec scribbles on the sheet before him. “They’re not a very creative group, are they? Sure there’s nothing else?”
Turning, I inspect the crowd once more. “Oh, I missed one. A new sign reads, Choose…” I squint, not believing
