The one
gift Ana always gave herself on her birthday was a completely free day. She
could be as lazy as she chose, or as industrious. She could get up at dawn and
gorge on ice cream for breakfast, or she could laze in bed until noon watching
old movies on television.
The single best plan for the one day of the
year that belonged only to her was no plan at all.
Charmed
"St. Patricks Day mini cupcakes" by Kristin Ausk -
originally posted to Flickr as St. Patricks Day mini cupcakes.
Licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons.
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"Happy
birthday."
"How did you know it was my
birthday?"
"Nash told me. Aren't you going to open
it?"
"I certainly am." She tore the
paper, revealing a box with the logo of Morgana's shop imprinted on the lid.
"Excellent choice," she said. "You couldn't possibly go wrong
buying me something from Wicca." She lifted the lid and, with a quiet
sigh, drew out a delicate statue of a sorceress carved in amber.
Her head was thrown back and exquisite
tendrils of the dark gold hair tumbled down her cloak. Slender arms were
raised, bent at the elbows, palms cupped and facing-mirroring the age-old
position Ana had assumed over the chest that morning. In one elegant hand she
held a small gleaming pearl, in the other a slender silver wand.
"She's beautiful," Ana murmured.
"Absolutely beautiful."
"I stopped by the shop last week, and
Morgana had just gotten it in. It reminded me of you."
"Thank you." Still holding the
statue, she lifted her free hand to his cheek. "You couldn't have found
anything more perfect."
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