Dream Mate
My mate rationalized while I ran to August.
“AUGUST! Oh, thank the Goddess, you’re back! Look…she’s here! She finally found us!” I exclaimed happily, sitting in the dirt with an arm around August as I pointed to our mate. “She’s gorgeous, right? Shit Witch can try to replicate her look, but the real thing wins hands down. We hit the jackpot.”
“Shit Witch?” My mate frowned. “Wait, is that what you call Melania? And what do you mean replicating my look? She’s the bitch I saw before. The one with no fashion sense that was torturing you and Thales?”