Tera Childs: Oh. My. Gods.

“Huh-uh,” I say, pushing her back into the doorway. “Don’t want to ruin the wedding.”

Her stare could melt glass. And if Damian hadn’t grounded her powers this morning, I’d probably be a puddle on the floor right now. With one last snarl in my direction, she turns and walks toward the altar.

I don’t know why she’s so upset.

The green tint of her hair really brings out her eyes. And coordinates perfectly with her blue-green bridesmaid dress. I think after all the crap she put me through those first few weeks of school, I deserve a little good-natured retribution. Besides, it’s not like it’ll be documented for all eternity-Griffin taught me how to make sure it doesn’t show up in the photos.

Some people are never happy.

I, on the other hand, have never been happier.

I managed to make it through the first semester of Level 12 with my B average-my C in Literature balanced out by an A in Art History. I’ve even decided to stay on another year at the Academy-only partly so I can go to Oxford with Griffin next year. I’m having a blast-sometimes literally-learning how to use my powers. Another year of instruction and my Nikes might actually stop spontaneously combusting every time I’m in a close race.

As I pass the pews, I glance at Cesca and Nola and smile. Nola nudges Troy, who hasn’t noticed that the wedding started two minutes ago. He looks up and waves. Thankfully he was very forgiving of a certain ignorant girl who didn’t believe he didn’t use his powers to help her cheat.

Cesca is arguing with the boy next to her-he was in my Physics class but I can never remember his name.

Leave it to Cesca to pick a battle with a complete stranger.

In the pew on the other side of the aisle Nicole and Griffin are sitting with Damian’s sister-in-law. Griffin has Damian’s youngest niece in his lap. He looks up at me and grins just as the toddler slaps him so loud I hear it.

Griffin scowls like I had something to do with her lashing out.

I just smile and let him wonder. It’s better if he doesn’t know what I’m capable of.

Approaching the altar I look at Damian. He looks handsome in his tuxedo, but he also looks… nervous! I can’t believe it. I never thought I would live to see Damian Petrolas nervous, but here he is.

Grinning like a fool, he looks at me. I smile softly and nod. He has nothing to be nervous about. Mom’s as in love with him as he is with her. He relaxes a little and I sigh with relief. We’d probably have to do this whole ceremony again if he passes out.

I take my place next to Stella and ignore her fuming.

The quartet switches smoothly over to the wedding march.

Everyone in the packed church stands, turning to watch Mom walk down the aisle.

She looks beautiful-a vision in ecru.

I’ve never seen her happier, either.

As she makes her step-stop way down the aisle, I think about how much has changed in a few short months. And through all the ups and downs, I think the ends definitely justify the means. There isn’t a single thing I would go back and change.

Not that I could.

Nicole promises me that any attempts at time travel result in serious punishment-and the possible nullification of all existence.

But I’ve learned that I do have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Keeping my hand hidden behind my bouquet, I point a finger at the ceiling. The air above the guests glows faintly. Dozens of white rose petals float perfectly to the floor, showering Mom in a floral snowfall. She looks up, letting some of the petals float over her face. When she looks back down the aisle she gives me one of the biggest tear-filled smiles I’ve ever seen.

She mouths, Thank you.

I just smile. I am definitely getting used to this goddess thing.