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The last thing I expected to see when I stepped through the door of the coffee shop was a fairy godh on the list of things I expect to see, even as weird asinto fairies, gno that happens every day But I’d never yet seen an honest-to-goodness fairy god because, for the first tiht before, I hadAt the company Christmas party, Owen Palmer, the wonderfully handsome, brilliant, powerful wizard who also happened to be an incredibly nice guy, had kissed me like he meant it and told uy as the ical Katie Chandler, the ordinary s was our first official date as two people who’d ad for brunch at a snug little coffee shop on Irving Place, possibly the ine for a casual first date

Whichfor sooderous, but I was pretty good about seeing the truth, and she looked like Central Casting’s idea of a fairy godmother She looked older than the eternally youthful fairies I knew, and her wings were a fairly good sign that she wasn’t just another eccentric New Yorker A star-topped wand lying on the table in front of her was yet another clue None of the other ical folk I knew used wands Anyone else would surely have made the same assumption, if they sahat I saw

I almost felt sorry for whoever her Cinderella was because she didn’t exactly look like the top-of-the-line fairy godmother Unlike most of the fairies I knew, she was squat and round, but I couldn’t tell if that was flesh or if it was her clothes She looked like instead of taking off the previous day’s clothes and putting on so, she just put on a new outfit on top of the old one--and she’d been doing that for centuries In all the layers of clothing I caught glimpses of calico, tulle, patchwork, satin, and velvet The top layer was old, dusty rose velvet, worn threadbare in places A rusty tiara e curls, and one of her fairy wings was bent

Of course, no one in the coffee shop see them, and it wasn’t simply because they were all distracted by their newspapers and conversations or because the caffeine hadn’t yet ic, so the spell she used to hide her ical appearance didn’t work on me I saas really there, while I was sure the rest of the patrons probably saw only an elderly wo a tweed suit and sensible shoes

But as I said, it wasn’t any of my business I was about five minutes early because I kneas relentlessly punctual and I was sadly overeager, but I figured I could use the time to stake out a table Unfortunately, the shop was crowded, and there weren’t that ered near the dooraiting either for Owen to show up or for someone to vacate a table

"Yoo hoo! Katie!" I turned when I heardat me I waved back halfheartedly, and she pointed her wand at the e, I went over and took the seat There was always a chance I could talk her into leaving, and then I would have ood, you’re right on time," she said as I sat down

"On time for what?" I asked

"Our h "But silly od you find true love"

"There must have been soht now You would have really cos are finally working out for me"

She waved her star-topped wand over the table and an elaborately decorated china tea set appeared As she poured two cups and dropped in luar, she said, "We don’t make mistakes You probably need more help than you think, and that’s why I was sent your way Milk or le someone for a date here in a ht now, for probably the first ti, he’s found le" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">