"I need a dress. Three dresses, actually." "Very well. What materials would you like the dresses to be made from?" I pulled a pad of paper and pencil from my pocket. "Yes. I would like the first made from sunshine-" My pencil froze over the paper, but the man either didn't see my expression or didn't care. I strongly suspected it was the latter. "The second made from moonlight-" Please let the third dress be easier. Cotton, perhaps. Or even chiffon. "And the third from stardust." Damn it. ____________________ The Queen Of The Gods wants three new dresses. So she does the perfectly logical thing and send her husband down to Earth to commission a mortal seamstress for the job. He decides on the extremely talented seamstress Rachelle Newsberry. Lucky me. Temporarily on Hiatus