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  Enchanted Ever After

  Shanna Swendson

  Contents

  Author’s Note

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Shanna Swendson

  Author’s Note

  The first Enchanted, Inc., book was published in 2005, and although there are no precise date stamps in that book or elsewhere in the series, that’s when I mentally set the book. I worked out the timeline for events in that book on a calendar for that year because when I was writing it in the fall of 2003, I figured that was the year it was most likely to end up being published. I stuck to that timeline for the rest of the books.

  But that means that time passes more slowly in that universe. The characters haven’t quite made it through two years while we’ve lived more than a decade. This book takes place in the spring of 2007. I’ve tried to keep technology, pop culture references, and events consistent with that time. That’s why no one has smart phones (the first iPhone wasn’t released until June of 2007, soon after the end of this story) or tablets, and cell phone video cameras weren’t quite as ubiquitous as they are now. Social media was just getting started, and blogs were still a big thing. This may not seem like a big difference, but it does affect the story.

  1

  I’d gone on a lot of serious magical missions in the past couple of years. I’d fought battles, searched for spies, confronted the powers that be, and gone undercover in the magical mafia. But none of that had made me as tense as what I faced now: buying a wedding dress.

  For one thing, spending as much money for one dress that had extremely limited use as I might for my entire wardrobe for a couple of years was an affront to my practical nature. “I don’t know why we need to do this,” I grumbled in between sips of coffee. “I already have my mother’s dress.”

  My friend Gemma placed a hand on my shoulder. “Oh, honey, I’m no friend to you if I let you wear that. Trust me, you’ll find something you love here, something that wasn’t outdated when your mother wore it, and you’ll be able to afford it. Prices at these sample closeout sales are around seventy-five percent off retail.”

  “That’s not that big a bargain,” I said. “I’ve seen those retail prices.”

  I had to admit that I wasn’t crazy about wearing my mother’s wedding dress. I was just less crazy about paying a year’s worth of rent for a gown that was only good for one thing. Even if I had second thoughts about my mother’s dress, it was too close to the wedding for me to order anything else. A sale like this was my last chance to wear something that didn’t look like Scarlett O’Hara’s worst nightmare because I could take the dress home today.

  When Gemma, who works in fashion, told me about this sale, she’d said it was a secret, the kind of thing you had to know someone who knew someone to even be aware of. Apparently, there were a lot of people who knew someone, and they all had a lot of friends who needed designer wedding gowns at steeply discounted prices. And so, I waited with at least five hundred other women on a sidewalk in the garment district before dawn on a Saturday morning.

  I supposed this expedition was kind of fun. I was with my friends—not just Gemma, but also my other roommates, Marcia and Nita, as well as my college friend Connie, and my friends from work, Isabel and Trix. We had flasks of coffee and a box of doughnuts, and it was like a slumber party, only instead of staying up late, we got up really early.

  Gemma was in charge of the operation, and as the time drew near for the warehouse to open, she drilled us in the battle plan. “Okay, we’re in a good position here. We may not be at the head of the line, but we’re close enough that we should still have a chance at the good dresses. Not everyone here will find something they want to buy, and they won’t all want the same thing as Katie. When they open the doors, there may be a bit of a stampede, so be ready to move with the flow of the crowd, and try not to let anyone behind you pass. Isabel, I want you to block and clear the way for the rest of us.”

  Isabel stretched her arms and cracked her knuckles. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” she said with a ferocious grin. I was fairly certain that Isabel was part giant. She could probably have carried us all in, tucked under her arms like footballs. I pitied anyone who got in her way.

  Gemma continued outlining her game plan. “Once we’re in, we’ll split up to cover more ground.” She handed out diagrams of the warehouse. “I got some inside scoop on how they’ve got it laid out, so here are your quadrants. Katie and I will float, based on what you’ve found.”

  She handed out pages full of photos of wedding dresses. “Here are our targets. If you see something like any of these, pull it and signal. Ignore anything outside these parameters.”

  “Nothing with too much lace or too poofy, but also nothing super-tight,” I instructed. “Y’all know me, so you probably know what I like.”

  “When in doubt, simple and elegant,” Gemma added. “Fortunately, Katie is a pretty average size, so the samples should fit okay with some alteration. We’re prepared to do some quick try-ons on the floor, and we’ll only battle for dressing rooms for those that make the final cut.” Per Gemma’s instructions, I wore leggings and a tank top under my coat, so I could try on dresses over my clothes without having to go to a fitting room. I still wasn’t sure how well that would work, but Gemma generally knew what she was talking about when it came to clothes and shopping, so I’d put myself in her capable hands.

  Gemma checked her watch. “Brace yourselves. The doors should be opening at any minute. Everyone knows their assignment? Then, huddle up.”

  We grouped in a circle, putting our fists together. “Wedding!” we shouted before breaking the huddle and lining up in formation behind Isabel.

  This still seemed a little excessive for buying a dress, I thought. I wondered what Owen would say about eloping. Actually, he’d probably be all for it if it didn’t require him to stand up in front of people. We’d even discussed it, but had realized that too many people we cared about would be hurt if we cut them entirely out of our wedding.

  Instead, we were planning two weddings. The legal ceremony would be here in New York, a magical (literally!) event at the Magic, Spells, and Illusions, Inc., headquarters. We were telling our nonmagical friends who weren’t in on the secret of magic that we were just getting the legal marriage at City Hall. A few weeks later, we were having an unofficial “blessing” ceremony at my family’s church back home in Texas. There were too many people in my family who were immune to magic, like I was, but not in on the secret, so they’d notice anything magical going on. Having a “normal” wedding with them in addition to a magical wedding allowed us to accommodate both sides of our lives. It meant a lot of planning, but, on the bright side, I’d get to wear my wedding dress more than once.

  There was a stirring ahead in the line, and I got ready, feeling like I was waiting for the starter’s pistol to go off for a race. The crowd surged forward, and I kept close to Isabel’s back as the people behind us pressed against me. Then we were off, running down the sidewalk and squeezing through the still-opening doors.

  After making it inside, I found myself in perhaps the least romantic setting for choosing a wedding gown: an old brick warehous
e lit by industrial fluorescent lights hanging on chains from the high ceiling. The floor was filled with rows of garment racks bursting with clouds of white. I couldn’t imagine how anyone would find anything in this place.

  But that’s what our scout team was for. The others went out looking for dresses, and my job was to go to them and evaluate what they found. I clung to Gemma’s arm so we wouldn’t get separated in the melee.

  And melee it was. All these hundreds of women took their wedding dress shopping very seriously, letting nothing get in their way as they attacked the racks. I wouldn’t have been surprised if there were fistfights before this was done. There seemed to be thousands of dresses here, surely enough for everyone in line. The trick was finding the right one and hoping that a dozen other people hadn’t already claimed it.

  “Katie! Over here!” Nita called out, and Gemma and I hurried over.

  Nita had two dresses off the rack. Gemma glanced at one and said, “Nope,” then looked at the other and said, “Let’s see.”

  I shrugged off my coat, feeling rather exposed in my skimpy clothes, and Gemma and Nita helped me into the dress. It was just a bit too big, but Gemma had clips in her bag to make it fit properly. I wished I could see myself, but there weren’t any mirrors nearby. I’d have to rely on Gemma’s judgment. She studied me for a moment, then shook her head. “Nope.”

  I glanced down at myself. “I think it would be okay.”

  “Never go with the first one.”

  Connie called out from nearby, and Gemma and Nita helped me out of the dress so we could go look at her finds. And then there were more dresses to look at. I wasn’t sure how many I tried on or how long we’d been in the warehouse. Time seemed to have come to a standstill. I existed in a sea of white, cream, and ivory, with no end and no beginning. The dresses somehow all looked the same to me, even when they were vastly different. Gemma had passed three dresses on for final consideration, and we were still searching. I’d given up on having an opinion at this point. I just did as I was told and went with the flow. I figured I’d get my input in the final selection.

  As Gemma and I rushed over to Isabel, who held a dress out of reach of someone else who was trying to get it, I heard raised voices nearby—women fighting over a dress.

  “I got here first,” one voice said.

  “Oh, I don’t think so. I had my hand on it before you did,” said the other voice.

  Gemma got my attention back with a hand on my arm. “Stay above the fray,” she said.

  She approved of the dress Isabel had picked out and added it to the stash, which was getting heavy enough that she drafted Isabel as our pack mule to carry the dresses for final evaluation. She could carry the weight and keep them all out of anyone else’s reach.

  As we hurried toward Nita’s signal, another argument broke out, but this time, the dress in dispute vanished from the hands of the woman who held it and reappeared in another woman’s arms. “Sorry, I got to it first,” the second woman said smugly.

  Using magic seemed to me like cheating. I hoped my magical friends weren’t employing their powers, especially since Nita and Connie weren’t in on the secret and I didn’t want to have to explain that Trix was a fairy and Isabel was a wizard. I wondered how many magical people might be here. Wizards and other magical creatures getting into fights over wedding gowns could get really ugly.

  And, of course, by merely thinking that I seemed to have jinxed the situation. Another gown vanished from someone’s hands, only she apparently knew what was going on. “Hey!” she shouted, and summoned the gown back to herself.

  “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got for me,” I said perhaps a bit too loudly, in hopes of distracting Nita from the magical activity. She and Gemma got the dress on me, and both of them grinned.

  “This may be the one,” Gemma said.

  “It’s so you,” Nita agreed.

  Just then, something bright whizzed overhead. I instinctively ducked, trying not to let the gown drag on the floor when I crouched. I felt the familiar tingle that told me magic was in use nearby. A glance upward showed fireballs flying back and forth, but the view was obscured through a haze. Isabel must have put up a shield to protect us.

  “Are they shooting?” Nita asked, flinching as a fireball shot overhead.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “It doesn’t sound like gunfire. I think maybe someone’s camera flash just went haywire.” It was a flimsy excuse, but she didn’t question it, probably because “magical battle” wasn’t top of mind as a possibility for her.

  “I think we have enough to try on,” Gemma said. “Isabel, can you get us to the changing rooms?”

  I was grateful to get away from the mayhem—and more important, get Nita away from it before she realized what was going on. By hanging out with me, she was probably eventually going to figure out the magical stuff, but there were strict rules about what we could and couldn’t tell or show outsiders. When and if that time came, I wanted it to be less of a crazy situation than this. It had been bad enough that Gemma and Marcia had learned the secret when an evil wizard kidnapped Marcia.

  There was a long line at the curtained alcove that served as a fitting room, but at least it was away from the action. Some bright pops of light came from the middle of the warehouse floor, but it was easier to distract Nita when fireballs weren’t flying directly over her head.

  “So, you like this one?” I said, gesturing at the dress I still wore. I couldn’t see much past a wide collar.

  “Yeah. I think it’s you. Not too many flounces or bows, but it’s still romantic. Very fairytale, kind of like Aurora in the cartoon, but in white, and without the sleeves. And so much better than that thing your mom sent.”

  My feeble efforts at distraction were nothing against the chaos that was unfolding in the middle of the sale, and soon Nita’s attention strayed to where an all-out magical battle was in full swing. “What is going on out there?” she asked. “They take their wedding dress shopping seriously around here.”

  “I’d heard wild stories about these sample sales, but I didn’t know they were this wild,” I said. We were well past the point where I could safely deny seeing anything odd and make her think she was imagining things. Now my best hope was to acknowledge the weirdness and act as stunned as she was while I scrambled for a reasonable explanation.

  People were fleeing the scene, some still clinging to or wearing wedding dresses, much to the dismay of the sales staff. The security guards at the entrances and exits had left their posts to try to break up the fight, so no one was there to stop people from leaving without paying.

  The rest of my friends joined us, and when I saw Trix, I said, loudly enough for her to hear and hoping she’d catch my drift, “I wonder if anyone has called the police. Someone could get hurt.”

  She frowned, glanced back at the fight, then nodded in acknowledgment before drifting away to a corner where she could make a call without being overheard. If magic was being used openly, that made it a matter for the magical authorities, and it was somewhat within my jurisdiction as a member of the security staff for MSI. Technically, the magical Council should have handled this sort of thing, but they only tended to get involved when the situation got political, so we usually dealt with these kinds of events on our own, with the weak excuse that any miscreants were probably using our spells, and doing so openly in front of nonmagical people violated the user agreement.

  In spite of the chaos among the racks, the fitting room line kept moving as though nothing was happening. I guess getting a designer wedding gown for a fraction of the price was a big enough deal to make anyone tolerate a little mayhem. “Sample sales always get a little crazy,” Gemma remarked. “You should see what it’s like when it’s shoes. I remember one time when they had to call in at least three ambulances and police in riot gear.”

  Finally, we were admitted to the fitting room, which was really just one big space with mirrors along the curtained walls. I was already wearing the dres
s, and I had to agree with the others’ assessment: This might be it. “Okay, this one will do,” I said.

  Gemma’s eyebrows shot up so quickly I was surprised they stayed on her face. “It’ll do? You want a wedding dress that will do? Uh uh, you’ve got to at least look at the others on. You want to be in love with a wedding dress, not figuring it’ll do.”

  Her eyes tracked back to the exit, and I realized she was giving me an excuse to keep Nita and Connie in the fitting area until someone could deal with the public use of magic. I supposed there were sacrifices to be made in the name of keeping the secret, so I let Gemma unclip the dress and help me out of it, then tried on each of the others.

  The more I saw of myself in wedding gowns, the more it struck me that I really was getting married. I didn’t have cold feet at all. I knew I wanted to marry Owen. It was just that the wedding itself had seemed like some kind of far-off fantasy, but now here I was wearing white dresses and trying to picture Owen’s face when he saw me walking down the aisle in each of them. I still found it a little hard to believe that a handsome, powerful wizard wanted to marry a super-ordinary woman like me. At some point, I was bound to wake up and realize that the past year and a half had all been a dream.

  “Any thoughts?” Gemma asked as I stepped out of another dress and handed it over to Marcia to put it back on its hanger.

  “I’m still leaning toward that first one.”

  There were screams from outside, and everyone turned to listen for a moment before going back to trying on dresses. Then there was silence. I didn’t hear the kind of shouting that likely would have come with the real cops. No one told everyone to freeze and put their hands up, or anything like that. It was more like all the combatants had suddenly decided they were done fighting.