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is a man," Opi began.  "He is here for Miss Peridot."
    "You mean like a date?" I chuckled.
    "No."  Opi pinched the side of my ski coat, staring at it like it w as a dirty mess she didn't care to touch more than she had to.  "Take that thing off so I can dress you, Miss."
    "Dress me for what?" I asked, taking a step back as I clutch ed my zipper.
    "Your wedding."
    I practically choked .  I was getti ng married in a strange place to a guy who called himself Zircon?  This was a first.  My wed ding dreams usually didn't last long, and I could never clearly see my groom.  This dream was VERY clear.  A little too clear.
    "If I do this will I f inally wake up?" I asked, hoping Opi might have an answer for me.  She shot me a confused look.
    "If you don't," she replied.  "You'll be marked as a traitor."
    " I've been called worse."
    "An accusation punishable by execution," she whispered, shifting her eyes around the room.  "You must take Miss Dotti's place if you wish to last any longer."
    "Right," I muttered.  "Okay whatever.  I just hope when I finally wake up, I'm not waking from a year long coma or something."
    "What is a coma?"   Opi eagerly held out the silky dress.  Was this really the best my subconscious could come up with?   I unzipped my jacket and pulled my t-shirt over my blond hair.
    "Let's get this over with," I murmured.  All I could think about was Brett.  If this was the quickest way to see him, I was ready to take a trip through loonyville in order to wake up. 
     

 
     
    Chapter Five
    Bubbling Flesh
     
    The smooth fabric of my wedding gown draped over my shoulders in a shapeless blob.  I stared down at my toes wondering who picked this thing.  I thought weddings were supposed to be grand and elegant?  My shoulders jolted back as the silky fabric slithered around my waist, hugging my figure and transforming to fit me perfectly. 
    "Whoa," I muttered.  My jaw hung open as I studied my new gown - form fitting along the waist and flaring out towards my toes.  One shoulder was wrapped in shiny fabric and the other was left bare.  I gawked at the bottom of my wedding dress.  It fluttered like a stream of air was constantly blowing through it.  There was no wind.
    "Beautiful," Opi sighed.  She draped my face with the same veil she'd thrown over my head before.  I took a huge whiff of the citrusy smell embedded in the sheer fabric as Opi made sure the seam of my dress was flawless.
    "What now?" I impatiently asked, putting my hands on my hips.  The dress felt even smoother than it looked. 
    "You keep your head down," she replied.  "No one can see the black in your eyes."
    "Black pupils are normal," I commented.  "Have you looked in a mirror?  You're the one with black eyeballs.  And exactly how am I supposed to do that?  What if Zircon wants to lift the veil?"  Opi shrugged.
    "Don't look at him?" she suggested.
    "And after the wedding?" I continued.  "Then what?  I turn my head every time he comes around?"
    "You won't see him much after the wedding," Opi responded.
    " Some marriage."
    "This was arranged by Miss Dotti's father."  Opi looked around the room again like she was n ervous about being overheard.  "It's the only way to keep the two kingdoms at peace."
    "Sure it is," I chortled.  "Until a power hungry psycho with daddy issues tricks someone into starting a war."
    "You know this?"  Opi's eyes went wide with shock.
    "Hypothetically," I reiterated.  "Don't you watch TV?  That's always how it goes."
    "So you don't know of this trick?" Opi asked.
    "Forget I ever said that," I sighed, rolling my eyes.  Alexa would've been angry by now.  She probably would've sent Opi away and gone gallivanting through the castle.  Why didn't I think of that earlier?   "I just want to go home.  Take me to this Zircon person."
    "So long as you remember to keep your head down," Opi reminded me.  " Miss Dotti said that if she didn't return, the one in her place must continue on."
    "Where