Gods Save the Princess (Grace of Gods Book 2) by Kyleigh Castronaro Read Free Book Online Page B

gathered it all in my hands and went back through the door, hoping that between the drawings and my thoughts I would be able to make it a reality.
    To my delight, and somewhat surprise, when I went back through the door my garden looked exactly how I had drawn it... Only it was much prettier and far more colourful.
    It was perfect.
    I grinned to myself; pleased at the work I had managed to do and hoped that Jed would like it just as much. It obviously wasn’t quite the club experience he had first mentioned but a garden party would be the perfect atmosphere to meet people for the first time.
    Even the food looked amazing. I realised then I still hadn’t had any lunch and resolved that having some now was only ensuring quality product was being served. Loading my hands up with a few of the treats I went back through the door to the apartment, wanting to get ready.
    The only time I had ever, in my entire life, put some sort of effort into my appearance for a special occasion was usually Mass at Christmas time. Even then I never wore makeup or did some intricate style on my hair. It was always left hanging down my back and I mostly focused on my clothes - which was always the latest homemade dress my mother had made from a pattern she got at the quilting store in town.
    So when I opened my closet, thinking about dresses, nothing inside looked remotely like anything I had ever worn in my life. Not only were they shorter than anything I had ever worn they were more skin baring than anything I would’ve been allowed to wear.
    But I was a Goddess now, I told myself. Perhaps this was how Goddesses were supposed to dress. I flipped through the options looking for something that wouldn’t be too far out of my comfort zone but was still something I would’ve liked to wear even if my parents would've disapproved. I managed to find a deep purple, almost black dress with spaghetti straps that was looser than some of the others looked, although it still ended on my thighs like a mini skirt.
    It was mostly a simple sundress when I looked at myself in the mirror. But it was perfect for the casual atmosphere I wanted to create at the party.
    Ending up in the bathroom to brush out my hair I noticed that Atlas had also stocked me with makeup. But as I stared at it trying to figure out what was used where I realised that maybe jumping out of my comfort zone twice today wasn’t the best idea. I should leave makeup for a day when I got the chance to do some research on what to do with it and how to wear it. It wasn’t like I wouldn’t have all the time in the world later.
    When I finally decided I was ready to go, I also noted that it was far too early to be getting to the party. As much as I was excited for the party I didn’t want to seem so excited that waiting around for an hour before everyone else was my only option. So I decided to go and check on the boy.
    I left the apartment and thought about where I was heading, arriving right in the hallway that held his bedroom. I was beginning to really familiarise myself with his door. It was different from mine, a darker wood accented with dark brushed silver handles and a knocker. It was the knocker that made his door original, like people would want to knock on his door before entering. I wondered if there was a particular reason for that before opening the door.
    I, myself, didn’t want to knock at all.
    The apartment was just as I had left it; dark, ominous and only the soft glow from the bedroom where I had left the candles burning offered some light.
    I walked straight into the bedroom without a second thought; surprised to find the bed I had left him in empty. The toilet in the bathroom flushed and the door opened, making me turn with a start. The boy was leaving the bathroom, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when he stopped and stared at me. It was a strange moment where we both stood there staring at each other questioning; then I remembered I was the intruder and this