The Witches on BellaRow Street

41. It's Showtime

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"Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2."

It's almost showtime, and the Business Owners of NOLA event starts in fifteen minutes, giving my sisters and me enough time to check out the scene by walking up to a recently remodeled riverboat called Louis Armstrong.

RAHS Construction, aka S.H.A.R Investors, is hosting a corporate event on a four leveled-deck riverboat, one of New Orlean's main attractions. It's big, white with red painted borders separating the levels.

However, judging by my sisters and I outfit, we're stepping out as the main attraction tonight.

Okay, I'm bragging, but Aunt BeeBee's sequined gold one-shoulder gown, Junie's sultry red v-neck-cut dress, Faylayee's blue mermaid gown, and my emerald-green satin bodice strapless dress with a slit has a few guests looking our way.  

"Hello! Do you have a boarding pass?" asks the Attendant at the dock.

We sure do, plus, one more ticket for my special guest--Zion. He's approaching, right now, looking extra handsome in his tuxedo.

To the well-trained eye, you can see his earpiece, the mini-tablet computer, tucked inside his coat, and other gadgets, I don't know. 

"Welcome aboard! The second, third, and upper deck floor-level is open for guests. Also, the one hour cruise starts in ten minutes!" says the Attendant.

We're on a mission tonight. Operation: Look for answers, find the truth, take back our power, and get rid of the bad guys is in full effect.

Once Zion steps on board, his eyes roam over my dress, but he's keeping his thoughts to himself. He's apart of the operation too. 

I still can't believe we're working together as a team, especially after everything we've been through, but I prefer him over Cree.

And speaking of Detective Cree, after that night at the pool hall, the 'help me' deal, and his overall annoying personality, I never contacted him. Plus, Zion hasn't mentioned him.

I guess kissing Zion in front of him clarified a few things. Meaning I'm not available.   

"Did you hear me say, mic check in your earpiece?" utters Zion as guests walk into the beautifully decorated second floor level of the riverboat.  

"Loud and clear," I add, plus my sisters' nod, confirming it.

My sisters are scoping out the scene, the people, the waiters, the band, and anyone with stalker potential.

Zion peeks at our gadgets. "Alright. I'll be listening, monitoring your locations, and making sure everything runs smoothly." He leans over, kissing my cheek. "I'll be near the computer servers on deck. Be safe."

I'm the Witch, and he's telling me to be safe.

"You too." I watch as he strolls out the passenger entranceway, leading to another floor, gone. "Zi? Can you hear me?"

He chuckles into his mic, "Loud and clear, always."

"Yes, we can hear ya'll too!" Junie snorts, adjusting her earpiece. "Let's keep it PG-7. Thanks!"  

Junie's a hater. I'll let it slide since we're doing well. I haven't said the 'L' word, but he's not pressuring me to say it either.

Anyway...

Aunt BeeBee forms a huddle. "Okay, the plan is to mingle, stay within mic range, don't go anywhere alone, and find out who's behind S.H.A.R Investors." Aunt BeeBee lowers her eyes, giving us the 'let's see if they're supernaturals' look, since Zion's listening too."Got it?"