Chapter 11

Later, at the altar, Sabina told Harvey, "I'm so sorry Harvey, but we're not meant to be together. I can't marry you." She realized the truth. She told Harvey, that though he was a good friend, wasn't mature enough, smart enough, for her to truly love. Their relationship was a memory from high school, her past, not her future. Her cousin Amanda had placed a spell on the soul stones, making them fit together. They weren't meant to be.

"Sabrina," said Harvey, all but echoing Aaron. "I want you to be happy. If we weren't meant to be, we weren't meant to be."

Sabrina told the guests the wedding was off, to their surprise, shock, and Irma's anger. She ran out the door to the mortal realm, and out of the hotel, where Josh was waiting outside a taxi.

"Josh," she said, rushing to Josh, and kissing him, as they left in the taxi, never to return.

"Yaahhhhh," said Harvey, as he woke up, and sprang to his feet, fall out of bed, and tripped over the desk in his room. He realized he had just had a nightmare. Sabrina wasn't in love with Josh. It was later, but it was still early in the morning. "I'm glad no one saw me," he said, ruefully. "And that its me that Sabrina loves," he added thoughtfully, "Cool."

Sometime later in the Spellman house, all was going according to schedule under Zelda's careful watch. Morgan and Roxie were ready by 5:00 A.M., well before Hilda and her husband chose to arrive at 9:00 A.M.

"I can't believe you made me wake up so early," complained Morgan. "Did you think I was going to sleep in, forget something, or mess up everyone's plans."

"Morgan," said Roxie, "Last time you did sleep in, forget stuff, and help make a mess of everything."

"Luckily," said Morgan.

"Roxie, Morgan," said Zelda. "We only have four hours left, and we still have things to do. I still have to pick up my date."

"Hi Zellie," said Hilda, coming downstairs with the Conductor, "Running things like a police state, as usual."

"I am not running things as a police state," said Zelda, " I am . . ."

"Aunt Hilda, Aunt Zelda, crisis," said Sabrina, from her room. They stopped their argument to rush for the rescue. Sabrina was sitting on her bed, with her feet in a steaming bucket of water. Salem was watching, amused.

"My feet!" said Sabrina. "They're boiling hot and burning."

"Oh, how wonderful, honey," said Zelda.

"I knew it," said Hilda.

"I told her it was nothing to worry about," said Salem.

"What do you mean?" asked Sabrina.

"If your feet are burning on your wedding day, as mine were," said Hilda, "It means you know your doing the right thing."

"It's the opposite of cold feet," Salem put in. "Having hot feet is a popular expression in the other realm, it never caught on here though."

"They should cool off in a few minutes, Sabrina," said Zelda.

"Interesting," said Sabrina. "But, somehow, I feel reassured. Even if I get third degree burns." Sabrina wasn't happy about the hot feet, but she was happy she felt happy instead of nervous. This time she had no doubts.

"Oh, by the way Sabrina," said Hilda. "Doubt came over to see me this morning. Sais he's not coming to the wedding, he's doubtful whether it'll be appropriate considering there's notdoubt its meant to be."

"I don't doubt Doubt had no doubt your doing the right thing this time," added Zelda.