Though she expected to be too full of nervous energy to sleep, she fell into dreamland right away and didn’t wake until her alarm went off at eight. She took a long shower and did her hair up in a casual but elegant chignon. No need for makeup—magic took care of that. She packed her favorite royal-blue duffel with care, checking her closet for wedding dress options. Wearing virginal white was out of the question, but maybe…

She pulled a cream swing dress out and held it up. The fabric packed well and would look gorgeous after being hung up overnight, pure vintage charm with a sweetheart neckline, a fitted bodice, and a skirt that begged for a swishy petticoat. This will do. Leanne added the perfect pair of shoes and accessories and, as an afterthought, put in some sexy lingerie along with the rest of her clothes. Then she ordered the swing underskirt to be sent to their Vegas hotel.

If I’m getting married, I’ll dress for it.

She checked everything in the condo one last time then led the way to the elevator. “Are you nervous?” she asked.

“I should be.”

“But?” After stepping into the elevator, she moved to the back, a courtesy in case they stopped at other floors on the way down.

“I dunno. I can’t explain it, but I feel the most chill I ever have. Like if I’m holding your hand, you won’t let anything bad happen.”

Oh. Oh wow.

She hadn’t been holding his hand until that moment, but she reached for him instinctively, lacing their fingers together. Neither of them said a word until the elevator doors opened, and she tugged him forward. Though it was only five till nine, Danica was already parked out front with the engine idling. She waved with both hands, presumably one for Leanne and the other for Trev. While Leanne didn’t possess that kind of joie de vivre, it amused her. Danica was the bouncy puppy of the coven, always quick with a smile or a hug, while Clem was more of a hedgehog. She could’ve gone further with the animal comparisons, but she stowed their bags in the back then swung into the back seat instead, beckoning Trev to do the same.

“You’re making me your chauffeur?” the other witch joked.

“I should’ve told you to dress in black and white and to wear a jaunty hat.”

“Welcome aboard, Trev. I hope you’re going somewhere fun,” Danica said.

She felt Trev’s gaze lingering on her face, and when she glanced over at him, he smiled. “It should be.”