HEAT in New Orleans || Marcel Gerard

Chapter 22: Jealousy, Friends, & Revenge

Chapter Twenty Two

I grunted as I shoved myself forward, "Davi!" Cheyenne cheered. Davina was being carried in a chair over the heads of the crowd parading through the quarter. Zach was leading the way to the front of the stage where I wanted Davina to see us here supporting her.

We made it to the front just in time for the three teenagers to take the stage. Shimmy past us to stand in front of the crowd was Genevieve. I gave her a kind smile and a small wave.

"Davina! Davina!" Zach called out.

"Davina!" I cheered, placing my free hand on his shoulder as I kept a tight hold of my son standing in front of me.

She grinned, leaning forward to send us a wave. I blew her a kiss as Genevieve started the little show after the thirty minute parade walk. Cheyenne on my hip, waving a shiny tassel on a little stick.

"Now, in accordance with the Fête des Bénédictions, the witches of New Orleans bless you all!" Genevieve shouted, gesturing to the girls on the stage.

Zach and I cheered with the rest of the onlookers as the girl to the far left in a dark gold almost brown colored dress, stepped forward. "She's got leaves on her head!" Zach yelled to me about the flower crown she wore. All three girls had headpieces. Hers a crown around her head, the middle blonde with a metal headband creating a sort of veil, and Davina with a clip in the back that sat like a peacocks tail with high up dark orange feathers.

The first girl, I think was named Monique, she didn't get along with Davina. She raised her hands up in front of her and out towards the crowd, smirking. The ground shook beneath us, the shocked faces all around told me I wasn't the only one who felt it.

The next girl came forward dressed in an off white sort of toga with a metallic cardigan. Very Roman Empire-esque and now in a good way. She raised her arms to the side of her head, closing her eyes. She made a small little circular motion with her arms before a breeze suddenly picked up. "Whoa," Zach laughed. "Did she do that?"

"I think she did," I said, trying to fix my hair that got blown. The white dress girl moved to stand behind Monique. "Pay attention, it's Davina's turn. What's she gonna do?"

Davina stepped forward, coming front and center. She smiled at the crowd before turning her back to everyone, she held out her hand, pointing upwards. Then smoke and sparks started going off. I gasped in amazement as I noticed she was lighting up a La Fleur symbol in front of us all. Once it was done, she stepped back. I cheered along with everyone else.

"Ahh!" Zach yelped as fireworks began popping off above our heads.

"Lights," Cheyenne smiled, lifting her head off of my shoulder. "Lights, mama."

"Fireworks," I corrected.

As the cheering died down, Genevieve ushered the girls off the stage. I nudged Zach to the side to see if we could catch up to Davina. Thankfully she waited for us, hugging Zach first who was asking about her magic trick. "You look stunning! Gorgeous! I knew that color would look good on you," I smiled as I squeezed her tight.

"Hi, Davi," Cheyenne greeted, reaching for her.

"No, no, Chey. She has a party to host," I said, pulling her back. "She has to go."

"Walk with me?" Davina said.

"Of course. We're going to the after party," I assured her with a grin.

"Thank you," she sighed relieved.

She walked between Zach and I both holding one of her hands. She was telling my son about magic while Cheyenne made silly faces at me. "Davina, Gemma," a voice stopped us as we passed through a little gate.