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I SPOT AMBER IN THE middle of the dance floor, surrounded by her mates. They stare at her with such adoration that you'd think she’s actually done something to deserve it: like rescued a litter of kittens from a burning building, or shut down a puppy mill and adopted Scallywag, the mutt with the missing ear and lame paw.
Except you know who adopted Scallywag? I'll give you one hint. It wasn't Amber. Her only claim to fame is drinking a spelled Pumpkin Spice Latte. And being named after a jewel.
How is that even fair?
I scan the dance floor, looking for another one of them. There!
On the other side of the dance floor, Sapphire does an over-exaggerated robot to the beat of Safety Dance. She looks so stupid, and yet somehow she and her guys are having the time of their lives. All because of some spell. A spell she doesn't deserve any more than Amber.
I scowl and look around until I spot Rose kissing one of her guys as the clock strikes twelve.
Happy fucking new year.
Rose took me by surprise. Made me think the spell changed from jewels to flowers, and that’s how she got her guys. Which was such a relief.
Legally changing my name from Clarissa to Aquamarine had been easy. I could wait for the court office to reopen on Thursday and change my name to Lilly or Tulip. No biggie...
Except what if Rose was secretly a jewel?
Ginny had turned out to be Moonstone and Celeste, Pearl. A few carefully placed questions and a Mind Wipe Spell later, and I knew the truth. Rose was named after the Rose Quartz. A fucking jewel.
How had so many parents named their daughters after jewels? And why did the stupid spell only work on them?
I tried casting my own mate spell. I changed my name to Aquamarine.
I’ve earned my own harem, and I'm done waiting. I want what’s rightfully mine!