Persephone’s Fall – Page 27
Chapter 4
The billboard is giving me a headache.
We’ve been on the subway for an hour now, stuck in one of the tunnels, waiting to start moving again. This evil clown-woman looks like she just chased down a handful of prozac with a thermos of espresso. The sign’s in Spanish. I have no idea what it’s advertising.
Hades notices me staring and grins. “It’s an ad for a family planning center.”
“I can feel her eyes burning into my soul, Hades. I swear to God.”
Hades laughs, and nods. “It’s a bit unnerving, I agree.”
I force myself to look away. But that just frees up my mind to think about how little I want to be going to this appointment. This is the final fitting for the gown, where I try it on and they see if they need to make any last-minute alterations. I can’t believe how close this wedding is. Two weeks left until I become a bride. I wonder what it’s going to be like, pretending to be happy in front of an audience of about five hundred.
My current plan is to hit the bar early, and often. I’m sure Hades will object, but what’s he going to do… start a fight at our wedding reception? I’m going to be good and drunk while people are laughing and smiling and congratulating me. I can’t handle sitting through the garter removal, and the bouqet throwing where the stupid cows from the social club will stampede all over each other. Not without something to dull the edge a bit.
Drunk or not, if they make me do the chicken dance, I’m going to have to start breaking legs.
