The Valley of Kings and a Queen

Chapter 26

I land back in the museum right where I left the guys. Time must have frozen or something.

"What in the world are you wearing," Annie exclaims.

"Dam, you're like Egyptian hot," Grey says stunned.

"Woah," Aiden and Henri say in unison as Grey whistles.

Finley's staring at me too stunned to make any remarks. I turn around and catch a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall. I was wearing this sheer white long sleeveless gown that hugged my waist with golden armbands wrapped around my biceps. A cape flowed behind me that attached to golden wristlets. My hair was blown out into thick voluminous curls. A golden crown embedded with rare gemstones sat at the top of my head. Sparkling sea green eyeshadow covered my eyelids with specs of gold and white in my creases between my nose and eyes. My face and skin were now glowing golden and bronzed from my short time in the desert sun. Blush accentuated my cheekbones and my lips were stained with sheer bright fiery red gloss. I looked as though I was supposed to walk down the runaway and shout "RAY CASSIDY CALIFORNIA'' for the Mrs. America beauty pageant show.

"Cleopatra thought that my love life needed a little help," I say brushing off their comments. I attempted to rub off some of the makeup that was caked on my face, but nothing happened. It wasn't going to come off that easily. "I think we need to leave as soon as possible before we shock too many people." Tourists were passing by slowly gawking and starring as though I was a real-life Egyptian princess like the ones that they pay to work at Disneyland except more for historical purposes and less for child amusement.

We head out of the museum as fast as our feet can carry us trying to avoid the inadvertent stares that we continue to receive. Thanks to Cleopatra, we will have to come back tomorrow and to steal what we are in need of. Hopefully, the boys were attentive. Especially Grey, I hope he studied the layout of the museum so that he could resketch everything from memory in order for us to create a thorough plan. We head around the side of the museum hoping to catch some cabs outside of some of the stores along the streets nearby.

"Hello Ray darling," a voice purrs hidden within the shadows. The voice is sweets sounding almost like a fine wine running down one's throat.