Kirsten Osbourne [Osbourne - The Scottish Siren

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Two weeks later, Dr. Lachele was sitting behind her desk once again. Thankfully there was no travel that weekend. Instead she was going to have a quiet weekend at home with her new grandbaby and Sam. She couldnt wait!

She looked through the mail on the corner of her desk again, preferring to go through all mail before she handed it off to Betty Jo. She wasnt sure why, but she just loved flicking through her mail. It made her heart feel happy.

She stopped when she saw the Guild of Godmothers logo at the top of an envelope, and she tore it open, not bothering with her letter opener. She quickly scanned the letter.

Dear Dr. Lachele,

We are so pleased youve agreed to join us in the Guild of Godmothers. We know you will be an incredible asset to our team. I have been given permission to do a distance ceremony with you to give you your powers, and it will take place the evening of April 21st at nine-thirty Mountain Time. I believe thats eleven-thirty your time. Im not so good with numbers. Im a godmother, not a mathematician!

Each godmother has a different gift, and yours could manifest in just about any way. Im not sure which you will receive, but we will find out soon.

You do not need to be awake for the ceremony. I will perform it while you sleep. I do hope you enjoy having an instant group of friends, even if we are across the country in Everland, Wyoming. Let me know if you need more information.

Your new friend,

Mildred Garvonovich

P.S. Who does your hair? Im thinking about going pink!

Lachele read through the letter once more. Powers? What kind of powers? Lachele wasnt sure she believed that she was getting any sort of powers at all, but she didnt care. It was fun to be a godmother. She wondered vaguely if all the other godmothers would be godmothers to her Matchrimony munchkins, but she decided not to ask.

Instead shed accept whatever powers the godmothers wanted to give her. Because she knew that she needed power to continue to do what she did. Running a full-time counseling office by day and running Matchrimony by night. It was exhausting.

She put the Guild of Godmothers out of her mind, noting absently that the date of her ceremony was the following evening.

Within moments, she was back to working on her mail and no longer thinking about guilds or godmothers or even Godzilla. No, she was thinking about her grandbaby again. Little Preston was going to be spoiled right.

Elizabeth Winters hated her job. And her life. Why had she thought being a CPA would be interesting? Yes, she was paid well, but what did that matter without love?

She scowled down at the historical Scottish romance in her hands. She loved thinking about love and life in the past. What would it be like to be married to a hunky man in a kilt? She sighed. She wanted to marry the man on the front of her book, but she happened to know he was a very gay cover model. Even if she was interested in him, he would have no interest in her.

She rubbed the back of her neck, wishing she had an answer to her troubles. She wanted to get away. Beth constantly imagined going to an airport with everything she owned and getting on the first flight anywhere. She didnt care where.

She had never really had a family, having been raised in a series of foster homes across New York City. She had friends but not a lot. She was closer to her book club group than anyone else in the world. Thankfully tomorrow was book club day.

She got up and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Going to meet with her friends was more important than reading another book. Shed already read this one a half-dozen times anyway. No, it was better she got a good nights sleep.