Zoe's head pounded as she dealt with yet another dignitary wanting to make changes in his accommodations. Not only did he want to change his accommodations, he wanted to change the name on his guest list. With the gala being less than a month away, the calls were coming in more frequently and those making the request were becoming ruder
"I'm sorry Ambassador Bohannon, but that isn't possible." Zoe said in her most reasonable tone of voice.
"Do you know who I am?" The vampire screamed at her.
"I am very aware of who you are.' Zoe replied. "But the deadline for any changes was last week."
"I want to speak to your superior!"
"My superior is the Queen." Zoe replied her tone cooling. "I'm sorry that the guest can't come with you, but I'm sure that you understand the security issues."
The vampire hung up on Zoe a few minutes later vowing to lodge a formal complaint. The next caller was more reasonable and the change they wanted was simple enough.
By the end of the night, Zoe and Pam had had enough.
To add to an already stressful situation, the royal wedding was going to take place the night before the gala officially started. Both Zoe and Pam hoped that if there was another gala that it would last no longer than a weekend.
They knew Justine well enough to know that a one night gala wasn't going to happen. But that was a battle for later. This gala was less than two months away and even after two years to get ready; they were still scrambling to wrap up the loose ends. The calls like the one from Ambassador Bohannon weren't helping.
The only part of the event that was taken care of was the wedding. All of the issues regarding it had been cleared up. There was no ceremony to prepare as it was already written, no music to choose and no minister to argue with about the length of the ceremony although Justine tried.
"Two hours?" she asked when she read through the program. "Two hours?"
Violet sat with her hands in her lap and let Justine rant. It would do no good to interrupt her.
"Half of this shit could be cut out!"
"I understand." Violet said when Justine had finally stopped for a breath, "But you must understand, you are our last Queen. There will never be another wedding like this."
"I have no say in this?" Justine asked.
"You can add to it; but you can't detract from it." Violet said. "I know that it seems excessive, but each part fulfills a role that cannot be skipped. It would be like baking a cake and not putting it the vanilla; it wouldn't taste right."
"Damn Violet." Justine said with resignation in her voice. "What else do I have to do?"
Violet took a deep breath and prepared for the next challenge- the wedding dress.
"You need to try on the wedding dress." Violet said softly.
"What wedding dress? I didn't pick out a dress."
"No you didn't." Violet conceded. "This dress was made centuries ago just for this occasion."
"And I suppose that I have no choice in that either?" Justine asked dryly.
"Well actually you do." Violet replied. "There is some leeway in the design of the dress."
Violet knew that Justine would hate the dress. She would consider it too gaudy and the truth of it was; Violet agreed with her.
"Where's the dress?" Justine asked. She wanted to get it over with so that she could concentrate on the gala.
"It's in a vault downstairs... would you like to go see it?"
"Sure." Justine replied. "Let's make it a party. Call my mom and the others."
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"What in the fuck is that?" Justine asked when she saw the dress.
She walked around it horrified.
"Who in their right minds would wear something like that?" she asked as she looked at the dress.
It wasn't the color that she objected to. It was a deep red that matched her eyes. It was what appeared to be millions of jewels that covered the dress from neckline to hem. The style of the dress was far from complimentary for someone of her physical build. It was meant for someone small and petite with a perfect figure and not a curvaceous woman with big breasts, hips and ass.
"I'm not wearing that." she said in a tone that brooked no argument. 'It's ugly and every fat roll that I have would show."
"But Justine..." Violet started to say.
"Violet I don't give a rat's ass about whose going to be offended. That dress is an offense and I'm not wearing it."
Violet looked at Josephine and then Pam for help.
"Don't look at me." Pam said. "I agree with her."
"Same here." Josephine and Zoe said.
"Excuse me." Lottie said quietly, "Does the creator of the dress still live?"
"Emmanuel is the creator and yes he still lives." Violet replied. "Why do you ask?"
"If the issue is whether he will be offended or not; maybe he won't be if someone talks to him." Lottie replied.
"Where does he live?" Justine asked.
"He lives all over the world." Violet replied. "He's never in one place for long."
Justine closed her eyes and then opened them.
"He's in Canada... he'll be here in a day." She said. "Until then, let's work on the gala."
Even after all that they witnessed, all of them; Josephine included were still surprised at what she could do.
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Emmanuel arrived early the next evening. He was a pleasant looking vampire with dark brown hair and eyes who favored brightly colored clothes.
"I've been waiting for the summons." He told Justine and Quinn. "In fact, I thought that it would come much sooner than it did. The gala is less than two months away."
"Yes I know." Justine replied. "I just saw the dress yesterday... may I be honest?"
"By all means." Emmanuel replied.
"I don't mean to be rude, but that dress... it's not me." Justine said.
"I agree." Emmanuel replied. "You have to remember that I created that dress centuries ago when gaudy was in style. I can see by the way that you are dressed that you have much simpler taste. I can also see that the style is wrong as well. Give me two nights then come see me. I think that you'll be pleased."