WHERE WISHES COME TRUE (Candy Bar Book 2)

WHERE WISHES COME TRUE (Candy Bar Book 2)

I knew I had to leave before anyone saw me, so I <br />walked past the girls and back into the bar. In the corner <br />I saw Lydia at the piano with her boyfriend, Jed. He was <br />sitting next to her, gazing romantically at each other, and didn’t notice me.<br />Candy poured flutes of champagne, and Fran walked around with a silver platter filled with the delicious mini crab cakes she’d made. Brett sat at the bar chatting up one of the pretty cocktail waitresses.<br />And me? <br />I ducked behind some people and bee-lined it toward <br />the exit. The lights began to flicker, and the brick walls <br />were slick with sweat. I heard Candy laugh, and shout to <br />her customers that magic was in the air.<br />As I pushed through the door, I felt a tinkling pass <br />through me. It was so quick and fleeting that it might <br />have been nothing. I would describe the sensation like a <br />champagne fizz, a light airy sparkle, nothing more. I do <br />remember thinking how I’d like to be truly beautiful from <br />the inside out. Any other thought I may have had was <br />whisked away when I stepped outside.<br />Thunder rumbled in the black sky, then a flash <br />of lightning came bolting down toward me. I jumped and <br />shrieked. The sky lit up like the Fourth of July as <br />electricity sparked and flashed and danced, reminding me <br />of rock concerts, magic mushrooms, and light shows.<br />By the time I reached the car I was drenched and shaken. Running to the car, I’d half expected to get <br />zapped, but somehow I managed to get the door open and <br />slide inside. From my place of safety I watched the <br />lightning rip open the sky and thought how incredibly <br />beautiful it looked in all of its menacing, malevolent glory. <br />I’d never seen the night as eerie before, like something out of a Tim Burton movie, and my fingers itched to paint it. <br />With a final flash of lightning came the wish—to <br />view the world as I saw it tonight—vividly, with <br />passion and depth, so I could be the greatest painter ever.