Fairy Godmen

Crystal Vranich Fairy Godman Copyright © 2023 by Crystal Vranich All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Designations used by companies to distinguish their products are often claimed as trademarks. All brand names and product names used in this book and on its cover are trade names, service marks, trademarks and registered trademarks of their respective owners. The publishers and the book are not associated with any product or vendor mentioned in this book. None of the companies referenced within the book have endorsed the book. First edition This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy Find out more at reedsy.com Appearance determines who we are in the eyes of those looking in from the outside. The heart reveals who we are to all who care to look a bit deeper. Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Epilogue About the Author Chapter 1 The blue dress or the red dress? There is always the trusty black dress. Angelina stood in her closet debating. A quick check of the time told her she needed to make a decision. She couldn’t show up to a first date in her panties. Another first date. The fourth one this month. She picked up the blue dress. The color complemented her eyes. The style made it look like her boobs were bigger. Having more than a twelve-year-old boy’s flat chest was never a bad thing. Choosing it and snatching a miracle created by Victoria with all her secrets, Angelina hurried to get dressed. Snapping her bra in place gave her a lift of confidence. It didn’t matter how many angels lost their wings to create the lifting whatevers that made it look like she had more than an A cup. Even if she had to special order her size online and wait for delivery, the illusion of cleavage was worth every penny. Tugging the dress over her head, she smoothed the material into place as she looked in the mirror. There wasn’t much she could do with the dark rioting curls on her head. Angelina used the same routine every other curly-haired woman on the planet used. A good gel, a hope for low humidity, and never ever, ever let a brush anywhere near it. Brushes angered the beast. Nothing good happened when the beast was angered. Gliding the gloss over her lips one more time, Angelina dashed into the closet for shoes. This one was a no-brainer. The sparkly-heeled strappy sandals were her favorite. They made her legs look amazing and added a few inches. She might have lied and stood on the tips of her toes at the DMV to get them to say she was five foot three. For a short girl, inches were everything. She snatched the shoes, got them on, and a cute bow tied above her ankle as she ran toward the door. After a quick check of her purse, she locked the door on her way out. She was going to make it. Being late made a bad first impression. To say she didn’t have a great track record would be an understatement. While she might not need a neon sign around her love life, a few orange barrels and caution tape wouldn’t be out of the question. “Half an hour to get there. You have time. You can’t walk in there looking like a hot mess.” She tried to give herself a pep talk. “Breathe. This one has to be better than the last one.” Angelina shivered as she sped toward the restaurant. Online dating was not for the weak. Any type of dating was not for the weak. The last guy she went out with was a convicted felon. Everyone deserved a second chance in her eyes. After some discussion, it might not have been an issue. He didn’t bother to mention it before they met for dinner. No, he waited to spring that one on her. Actually, waiting wasn’t quite right. She was introduced to his parole officer just before he was carted away in handcuffs. Her date needed some cash to pay for his half of dinner, so he decided to knock off a convenience store. He did it on his way to dinner. A surveillance camera caught him, and the ankle monitor told the friendly officers where to find him. Angelina wasn’t sure what was worse, her date carted off in cuffs or the look of pity the officers sent her way. He was just one in a long line of dating disasters. If he was looking for a mommy, sugar momma, baby momma, meal ticket, or a one-and-done, they were attracted to her. Angelina had no idea what made them seek her out. It wasn’t as if she was spinster desperate. Not that spinsters had to be desperate, but most had at least three cats and looked a little on the desperate side. Either way, she was allergic to cats and was only thirty-six. She wasn’t too old to find someone to spend time with as long as that time was spent without a piece of Plexiglas separating them. Angelina pulled into one of the last parking spots available. She was always hesitant to park too close to other