I Thought I'd Finally Get To Relax

This Dress Makes Me Look Fat," I Told Jasmine As We Stood Near The Back Of The Crowd And Watched The Last Minute Preperations Fall Into Place. She Glanced Over At Me And My Efforts To Rearrange The Folds Of My Long, Gauzy Dress. "your Pregnant," She Stated. "everything's Supposed To Make You Look Fat." I Scowled. "i Think The Correct Reponse Was 'no It Doesn't.

Oh God," I Said. "i'm Zmey's Daughter. Zmey Junior. Zmeyette, Even.

I Just Rely On Natural Talent," Said Adrian, Strolling Up To The Start Of The Dragon's Lair. "when You Have Such A Wealth Of It To Draw From, The Danger Comes From Having Too Much.

Rose,” He Said, Forcibly Trying To Keep A Serious Tone, “i Can Think Of Many Words To Describe You, Sexy And Hot Being At The Top Of The List. You Know What’s Not On The List? Sane.

Hey, If You'd Wanted To Avoid 'this,' You Shouldn't Have Lured Me Last Night. Now It's Too Late. You Might As Well Avoid The Long, Drawn-out Pain And Get It Over With Quickly. Sort Of Like Taking Off A Band-aid. Or Cutting Off A Limb." "wow, Who Says There's No Romance Left In The World?