Immortal Prophecy (The Immortal Prophecy Saga) by Samantha Adams, Kay Fry Read Free Book Online Page B

sauntered into the room.
    Ally smiled and nodded coming back inside.
    Adele held the dress up before Ally.
    It was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen in her life. It had a stunning simple elegance about it, made of deep scarlet satin that fell to the floor with a low square neckline and a slight gathering at the back. She knew she would feel like a princess in this dress.
    “It was mine and then your mother’s,” Adele proudly stated to Ally who was still staring at the dress in awe. “And now it is yours.”
    Ally was rendered speechless by the dress and the beautiful sentiment behind it. She felt her eyes well with tears of happiness, one escaped and rolled down her cheek.
    Adele wiped it away with her thumb, “She would have loved nothing more than for you to have it and wear it tonight.”
    “Thank you Gran,” she said with heartfelt sincerity.
    “I have accessories too,” Adele said, as she pulled a pair of matching stilettos and a half mask with a scarlet feather, from behind her back. “These are all new though.”
    “Oh my!” Ally sighed with contentment. “They are beautiful as well. Thank you so much,” she said slightly shaking her head in disbelief.
    “You deserve it Ally.” She smiled and drew her into a hug. “Besides you need something bold to catch his eye,” she winked.
    “Who’s eye?” Ally asked feigning innocence.
    “The man of your dreams,” Adele looked her square in the eye “you are destined to be together Ally.”
    Ally was stunned. “What?” she asked. That was the second time she had been told that.
    “I have decided you need someone like him and he needs someone like you.” Adele laughed.
    “Doesn’t he get some say in this?”
    “Yes and no.”
    What a strange answer, Ally thought. “Let’s just see what happens. I might think he is a total jerk.”
    Adele laughed. “You won’t.”
    Ally focused her attention back on the dress and took it from her grandmother as if it was sacred. “This dress…” she let the words hang in the air.
    “Was made for you darling. He won’t be able to resist you.”
    “I don’t know, Gran. You are still beautiful, he might lavish his attentions on you,” she joked.
    In all seriousness, Ally thought her grandmother was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Even though she was into her mid-sixties, if Ally didn’t know better she would say that Adele wasn’t a day over forty. Her long brown locks still reached half way down her back. She refused to cut it saying, “Women are supposed to have long hair.” Her grandmother could be very old school sometimes. With bright violet eyes that still shined as if they belonged to a newborn babe but with the intelligence of Einstein. Her ivory skin had very few wrinkles and appeared to be almost as smooth as Ally’s was. Given the age difference it was remarkable. Ally hoped she had inherited whatever gene was responsible for that.
    “Oh pish posh girl!” Adele giggled, “I’m far too young for him.”
    “Young? Don’t you mean old?” Ally asked a bit confused.
    Adele looked at her mysteriously and then answered, “Young at heart, my girl. Besides he is too serious for me.”
    “He isn’t too serious is he?” Ally asked suddenly concerned. Perfect, he is a bore she thought.
    “No I just like my man to have an inner goof ball.” Adele laughed.
    “Hmm…Grandpa definitely fitted the bill then.”
    “Yeah Grandpa,” she answered distractedly.
    Not noticing her grandmother’s mental departure from the room Ally remarked, “It has been so long since I wore a dress,” as she was hugging the dress over her figure in front of the full length mirror getting an idea of what the dress would look like on.
    “Far too long if you ask me,” Adele huffed, “but tonight we shall change that.”
    Ally looked at her grandmother and rolled her eyes but Adele was taken aback by what she saw. Happiness, excitement and nervousness were shining through Ally’s eyes.