Cinderella - Preparations (part one)
Max hated days like this one. Usually Normal didn't interfere too much with her plans, but today, today, he was in one of his moods. She couldn't do anything right. None of them could.
And tonight she had a party to go to. Well, actually a ball. Logan had been invited to a charity gala, which of course he had to attend. And she was his date. Well she would be if she ever got out of Jam Pony.
"Normal, can I go, please? It's five to five," Max said, "My shift ends at five."
"I specifically remember asking you to take this package to 725 Bleeker. It's still sitting here. Go on, go. Bip bip bip."
Max took the package, sighing. Bleeker was all the way across town. She'd be late getting home and would have to rush getting dressed. Luckily, speed was included in her special skills from Manticore.
Max made it to Bleeker in record time. She found 725 with relative ease and knocked on the door. A small, plump, happy woman answered the door. She was dressed in pale, flowey scarves and skirts.
"Yes?" her voice was musical.
"Jam Pony Messenger. Package for Flora Merryweather," Max said. What a name.
"Oh, thank you dear, I've been waiting for those wands to arrive." Wands? Flora signed the delivery slip and took the package from Max. "Hang on dear, I've got one going out."
Flora disappeared and returned moments later with a large box. "Here," she said, handing it to Max, "Be careful, they're fragile."
Max smiled. "No problem. Where to?"
"It's on the box dearie, but I'm afraid it's the other side of town. You must be about to end your shift . . ."
"It's okay. It's on my way home," Max assured the woman. Max was beginning to like her, for all her eccentricities.
Pedaling back, Max was careful not to jar the package in any way. She wondered what was so fragile in there. Maybe more 'wands'. At Jam Pony, she handed in her signed delivery slip and was filled out one for the new package.
"623 B Main," Normal said, reading the label, "That's on your way home."
Max nodded. "I'll take it. I'll make sure to bring the delivery slip tomorrow."
"Fine. Go," Normal waved her away.
Max rode home, balancing the package as she pedaled. She was wrapped up in thoughts of preparing for the ball. She couldn't remember where she'd put her shoes that went with that dress she'd worn to Logan's cousin's wedding. Max hopped off her bike in front of her building and looked at the package's label.
Max Guevara
624 Main #705
Seattle, WA
The package was for her.
Shaking her head, Max climbed in the elevator and rode it to the seventh floor. She got out and entered her apartment. Kendra was there, already heating water for Max's bath.
"Hey, I figured you were gonna be a little late, so," she gestured towards the pot of hot water.
"Thanks, Kendra, you're the greatest," Max said, putting down the package.
"Whatcha got there?" Kendra asked.
"I don't know. I picked it up on a run. But I don't think the lady who gave it to me was the one who sent it."
"Ooooh, I bet it's from Logan," Kendra said, peering over Max's shoulder as Max opened the box carefully.
Max lifted a large amount of white material out of the box. She held it up. It was the dress she'd worn in the dream . . . the dream where she and Logan had danced. She smiled to herself. Trust Logan to find the dress and then send it to her in a roundabout way.
Under the dress was a pair of shoes. Glass slippers actually. Max looked at them in wonder. Where would Logan have found glass slippers?
Max hated days like this one. Usually Normal didn't interfere too much with her plans, but today, today, he was in one of his moods. She couldn't do anything right. None of them could.
And tonight she had a party to go to. Well, actually a ball. Logan had been invited to a charity gala, which of course he had to attend. And she was his date. Well she would be if she ever got out of Jam Pony.
"Normal, can I go, please? It's five to five," Max said, "My shift ends at five."
"I specifically remember asking you to take this package to 725 Bleeker. It's still sitting here. Go on, go. Bip bip bip."
Max took the package, sighing. Bleeker was all the way across town. She'd be late getting home and would have to rush getting dressed. Luckily, speed was included in her special skills from Manticore.
Max made it to Bleeker in record time. She found 725 with relative ease and knocked on the door. A small, plump, happy woman answered the door. She was dressed in pale, flowey scarves and skirts.
"Yes?" her voice was musical.
"Jam Pony Messenger. Package for Flora Merryweather," Max said. What a name.
"Oh, thank you dear, I've been waiting for those wands to arrive." Wands? Flora signed the delivery slip and took the package from Max. "Hang on dear, I've got one going out."
Flora disappeared and returned moments later with a large box. "Here," she said, handing it to Max, "Be careful, they're fragile."
Max smiled. "No problem. Where to?"
"It's on the box dearie, but I'm afraid it's the other side of town. You must be about to end your shift . . ."
"It's okay. It's on my way home," Max assured the woman. Max was beginning to like her, for all her eccentricities.
Pedaling back, Max was careful not to jar the package in any way. She wondered what was so fragile in there. Maybe more 'wands'. At Jam Pony, she handed in her signed delivery slip and was filled out one for the new package.
"623 B Main," Normal said, reading the label, "That's on your way home."
Max nodded. "I'll take it. I'll make sure to bring the delivery slip tomorrow."
"Fine. Go," Normal waved her away.
Max rode home, balancing the package as she pedaled. She was wrapped up in thoughts of preparing for the ball. She couldn't remember where she'd put her shoes that went with that dress she'd worn to Logan's cousin's wedding. Max hopped off her bike in front of her building and looked at the package's label.
Max Guevara
624 Main #705
Seattle, WA
The package was for her.
Shaking her head, Max climbed in the elevator and rode it to the seventh floor. She got out and entered her apartment. Kendra was there, already heating water for Max's bath.
"Hey, I figured you were gonna be a little late, so," she gestured towards the pot of hot water.
"Thanks, Kendra, you're the greatest," Max said, putting down the package.
"Whatcha got there?" Kendra asked.
"I don't know. I picked it up on a run. But I don't think the lady who gave it to me was the one who sent it."
"Ooooh, I bet it's from Logan," Kendra said, peering over Max's shoulder as Max opened the box carefully.
Max lifted a large amount of white material out of the box. She held it up. It was the dress she'd worn in the dream . . . the dream where she and Logan had danced. She smiled to herself. Trust Logan to find the dress and then send it to her in a roundabout way.
Under the dress was a pair of shoes. Glass slippers actually. Max looked at them in wonder. Where would Logan have found glass slippers?