WARNING: badly written but a rewrite is up on my page
WORTH | When Lorna Jackson's brother is missing, she tries looking for him. But instead, she finds someone who will change her life for the better.
❝ So what is your type? ❞
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28. Gaea
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Lorna woke up at a table at a sidewalk cafe.
It was a sunny morning. The air was brisk but not unpleasant for sitting outside. At the other tables, a mix of bicyclists, business people, and college kids sat chatting and drinking coffee. She could smell eucalyptus trees. Lots of foot traffic passed in front of quaint little shops. The street was lined with bottle-brush trees and blooming azaleas as if winter was a foreign concept. In other words: she was in California. Her friends sat in chairs around her—all of them with their hands calmly folded across their chests, dozing pleasantly.
And they all had new clothes on. Lorna looked down at her own outfit and gasped.
"Holy crap! Who changed me?" Lorna yelled.
Piper woke up and yelled, "Mother!"
Jason flinched, bumping the table with his knees, and then all of them were awake.
"What?" Hedge demanded. "Fight who? Where?"
"Falling!" Leo grabbed the table. "No—not falling. Where are we?"
Jason blinked, trying to get his bearings. He focused on Lorna and made a little choking sound. "What are you wearing?"
Lorna probably blushed. She was wearing a white low cut shirt with black leggings. At least she still had her jacket. "Some creep changed me—I don't know who."
"It's nothing," Piper said. "It's my—"
Piper suddenly cut herself off. She was wearing the turquoise dress, with black leggings and black leather boots. She had her old snowboarding jacket, which amazingly went with the outfit pretty well.
"It's nothing." Leo grinned. "Aphrodite strikes again, huh? We're gonna be the best-dressed warriors in town, beauty queen."
"Hey, Leo." Jason nudged his arm. "You look at yourself recently?"
"What . . . oh."
All of them had been give a makeover. Leo was wearing pinstriped pants, black leather shoes, a white collarless shirt with suspenders, and his tool belt, Ray-Ban sunglasses, and a porkpie hat.
"God, Leo." Piper tried not to laugh. "I think my dad wore that to his last premiere, minus the tool belt."
"Hey, shut up!"
"I think he looks good," said Coach Hedge. "'Course, I look better."
The satyr was a pastel nightmare. Aphrodite had given him a baggy canary yellow zoot suit with two-tone shoes that fit over his hooves. He had a matching yellow broad-brimmed hat, a rose-colored shirt, a baby blue tie, and a blue carnation in his lapel, which Hedge sniffed and then ate.
