Darkened Angel {Goddess Class Creation: Book Two}

Darkened Angel- Chapter 37

Chapter Thirty-Seven

    “You know that you didn’t have to do this right?” I was sitting in my silk robe letting Keith do his magic on my hair. He had been tugging and manipulating (mutilating?) my hair for about an hour.

    “Honey, I would kick your gorgeous arse if you had gotten someone else to do this for you. And I’m doing it for free girl.”

    “But you should be out there getting all giddy waiting to see me.”

    He gasped. “You want me to get bored and bouncing off the walls annoying everyone out there?”

    I laughed trying to sit still. That was his goal. To be relaxed as time drew close. God and him only knew how nervous I was right now. If it wasn’t for Keith and Peter, I would most likely been a wreck right. Keith’s giant smile was proof that was part of his job right now and his plan.

    Keith put the last touches on my quaff when there was a soft knock on the door. Keith kissed my cheek before he went to answer it. I turned to my mirror and started adding eyeshadow. I thanked my new life that I didn’t need much makeup. My skin was flawless, soft, and brilliant. I wasn’t going to put my lipstick on till I had my dress on.

    “Hey Keith? Who’s at the door?”

    I heard the door close and turned to look questionably at Keith, but I lost my breathe instantly. Mark stood there looking a bit uncomfortable. Sure our relationship was better now if not timid and he was just my friend, but its still a surprise to see him. Especially now that I noted that Keith wasn’t in here anymore.

    “You look beautiful...like always.” He smiled tentatively and innocently.

    “Thank you.” I wrapped my arms around my chest feeling more exposed than I did with Keith. Keith is gay and more of a girl, but Mark is a total straight guy.

    His expression changed to one of concern. None of the dark Mark had remained since that day in the art gallery. I even found out that he displays my painting in his studio with its own plaque and everything. At the bottom of the plaque he had them put The changing point of my life, thanks -Mark Darlene.

    “Are you happy with him?” Mark asked.

    I smiled brightly. “Beyond words.”

    He bowed his head, sighed, and looked truly relieved. “Good.” He looked back up at me. “You deserve to be happy.” He grimaced. “Especially after all I put you through.” He looked up at me sheepishly and guiltily. “I am so sorry for what I did.” He turns his face away from me slightly. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you hate me even just a little.” He whispered softly to the space between us.

    I walked up to Mark. This had been our first real face to face since the art gallery. I threw my arms around him before he knew what I was going to do. He was frozen beneath me in shock. I bit back a laugh that he has been shocked a lot by me for months.

    “I could never really hate you, ever.” I pulled back and smiled sweetly at him. “You can royally piss me off, but I could never hate you.”

    He physically relaxed and looked at me smiling. “And I have really royally pissed you off, and yet you still forgive me.” He tilted his head confused and curious. “Why?”

    I placed my hand over his heart. “I know you were just in a bad place in your life and needed someone. There will always be light even when you feel there is darkness all around you. I had always seen it. Always saw the light.” I touched his cheek. “Thats why I always forgave you.”

    He took several deep breathes to keep himself from crying. “Look at me. I’m about to blubber in front of you and you’re not even dressed yet.”

    “Oh.” I hurried across the room and went behind the room divider.

    “Should I leave while you dress?” Mark asked nervously as I slipped my robe off and draped it over the chair.

    “Please don’t leave me alone. I don’t think I would be comfortably being by myself right now.”

    “Nervous?” Mark was sounding like his normal casual self now.

    “Very. What if I tripped? What if my wings hit someone in the head? There’s just too many things that could go wrong. Please distract me.”

    He chuckled at me. “You haven’t changed, have you?”

    “Um, hello. Wings? Tail? Purple bits in my hair?”

    He bursts out laughing. “If I really look back, I think you always had those, though they were just invisible. You even drew self-portraits of yourself like that.”

    “OH fudge!”

    “You okay?” Mark was on the other side of the partition.

    “I think I need some help with the zipper.” I was trying to get my arms to bend in a way to finish zipping up my gown.

    I felt hands gently bat away my arms. “You and zippers...” Mark’s voice had a head shaking sound to it and a chuckle. He was definitely amused by this. “No matter how much things change, you still stay the same bright yet innocent woman.”

    With the zipper fully up, I walked over to my vanity and applied my lip stick. The silver rhinestones of my gown sparkled at the tips of the purple swirl embroidery against the pure white of the georgette of the gown. When I walked, the gown’s hem pulls the back hem showing off the small train D’Anges put into it. The top of the gown was tightly fitted with drapes that laid delicately off my shoulders with tails covering the area of my back where my wings connect.

    “You look like a goddess.” I blushed as I turned to Mark. He still didn’t know that to some I was because I was so very different. Not one trait but many including a powerful gift for seeing things in a semi-trace like state. I have sketchbooks galore at the agency of past, present, and future images for clients. Some images give me nightmares which Targ has helped me with.

    There was another knock on the door and Mark answered it this time. Targ came in with an eyebrow raised at Mark. “I wasn’t expecting you with her.”

    “I begged to see the bride and bargained.” Mark shrugged. “Keith now has a lifetime client.” Targ and I laughed.

    “Well...” Targ turned to me with a bright smile. “You ready sister?”

    “Excuse me. Why do you call Patience your sister?” Mark was recalling the car accident that claimed my family over five years ago. Some idiot had been speeding and hit one car and caused a massive pile up on interstate 95 in Virginia. So many died that day, but not the idiot that caused it. He got away with a few scraps and bruises.

    “We’ll tell you later. Now...” I walked to Targ and looped my arm around Targ’s when he offered. As we passed Mark, I looped my other one around his unexpectedly. “You both need to walk me down the aisle before my nerves get the best of me.”

    “Me too? Um...um...” Mark for once was speechless.

    “Why not? You’re the only one from my old family and Targ is from my new family.” I tugged his arm and he smiled as we left the room. We headed down the corridor to the garden outside. Angel Kat gifted us with a beautiful day with her own personal gift. This day was perfect and exactly how I should be.

    We stopped at the doors to the outside for a second while I took a deep breathe. “You ready to marry the man of your dreams?” Targ asked adjusting one of my drapes down my back. I nodded not finding my voice just then. He kissed my cheek before they both opened the double doors and I walked out smiling at my future.