"No," Angus said, "Not unless you want to set the table for breakfast. The casserole is done, and the scones just came out of the oven. Tea and coffee are both ready, and I made a citrus punch for breakfast with all sorts of fresh fruit, and...oh, damn. I forgot to go get the girls up and bathed and dressed. Jess? Do you mind? I hate to ask, but..." His words were coming out in a bit of a rush. He hated it when he had missed something, and he dearly loved Abbey and Dakota. "Its going to be hot today, so I laid out some sunsuits for them. The pink one with the butterflies belongs to Abbey, and the one with yellow and orange stripes with the cute little bees is Dakotas. I think there are also some little bitty baby flipflops in their dresser drawer. Have you noticed how long Abbey's hair is getting? She's going to have long full hair like her mother. I'll set the table--unless you've trained Max on how to bathe them and dress them and get them up."
Khaat enjoyed every second of the warm shower and washed her hair before she remembered she still had no comb or brush. She dried herself off and dressed in the beautiful white gauze maxi length sundress with its spaghetti straps and lace trim. She didn't have her wand, so even a simple glamour spell was out of the question. She sighed, frustrated, as she came out of the bathroom, still drying her hair in a hotel towel.
"That was an awfully heavy sigh on such a beautiful morning," Michael frowned. "What was that about?"
"I have a white dress and blue shoes. I have no comb, no brush, no muggle makeup even...." she began her list and he began to laugh. He came over to her, laid his hands on her shoulders and kissed her forehead.
"But I," he said very deliberately and quietly, "have a wand. What color do you want your shoes?" She went to a muggle magazine and showed him a picture of some delicate little natural colored sandals.
"Can you do this?" she asked.
"Piece of cake," he said, flicking his wand at the shoes and transfiguring them to duplicate the ones in the designer fashion magazine. "Now, a slight glamour spell for your hair and makeup, then?"
"Please?"
"Hair up or hair down? I suggest up. Its going to be hot today."
"Surprise me. Do as you wish with me. I'm all yours," she smiled. He smiled. He waved his wand and cast a glamour spell. Her hair was dried and styled in a very stylish updo. He took a gold sickle and transfigured it into a gold hair comb for her hair and handed it to her. She put it into her hair to hold the updo together.
"Thank you," she said softly. "Can I keep the comb?"
"Its just a sickle, Khaat."
"No, its a beautiful golden hair comb, and I love it."
"Its yours. Check and see if I did you justice with your makeup." She went to the mirror. The makeup was very subtle, but yet, it was perhaps the best glamour spell she had ever had in her life. She turned and looked at him.
"Is this really how you see me?" she asked.
"No, not entirely," he said honestly.
"Show me?"
"You really want to see?"
"Please?" She asked. He flicked his wand again, looked at her and then slowly nodded. She turned and looked in the mirror. She was stunned. She had never seen a more beautiful face in all her life. And while it looked like her, it was...more. "Really? This is how you see me?"
"Its how I've always seen you, Sweetheart," he said softly. "Shall I change it back?"
"No," she said, wanting him to have his fantasy, even if just for today. "Leave it."
"Sit and enjoy your tea. I'll pack for us, and then we can go to breakfast. If we don't get back soon, that young man of yours will come and turn Venice upside down looking for us."
"I can do it," she offered.
"Sit," he smiled. "Its my pleasure."
"Michael," she said, sitting and picking up her teacup. "Promise me one thing."
"Name it."
"Dont' ever be gone out of my life again. Not ever."
"I haven't been gone, have I?" he frowned at her. He saw a single tear at the corner of her eye. He walked over and caught it on his finger. Then his voice became soft and affectionate. "But I haven't been close enough, have I?" She shook her head, looking into her lap. "Then I shall be so close you get tired of tripping over me. Khaat, you didn't lose me last night. That's in the past. I thought we settled that last night."
"We did," she said, pulling herself together. "Hormones, Michael."
"Ah. Then I shall buy more kleenex," he laughed. She laughed as he turned and began to pack their last few things, shrinking them and putting them into a plastic shopping bag. "I hate plastic," he sighed. 'It's so muggle." He cast a spell to make a canvas shoulder bag. "That's better. Shall we go to breakfast then?" He held out his hand to her. They went downstairs, and the desk clerk stopped and simply stared when he saw Khaat's face. Michael cleared his throat to get the young man's attentions back on their check out. Michael noticed that the clerk had tried to be casual about looking at Khaat's left hand, scouting for a wedding ring. He was disappointed when he saw the cluster of emeralds and diamonds there. Michael took Khaat's hand and led her out of their hotel and down the street a few blocks to a sidewalk cafe. He got an outdoor table for them and ordered them Italian coffee and breakfast.