Fast forward to Francesca Amaretto Covington being Seventeen years, thirty two weeks, five days, ten hours, fifteen minutes and fifty six seconds old. Amaretto was now called Ama by all of her friends. She was now in high school and she had completely forgotten about the hourglass. Actually, that is false, she had not forgotten about it, so much as she now thought of it only as a festive trinket. As she grew older, she began to want to see aunt Katherine less and less, and Katherine wound up having other children to also watch as well. Lives moved on since Amaretto's eighth birthday.
It was also by chance that she was walking home when the a 1969 Skyline corvette rolled up next to her.
“Hello there my dear! I am here to take you home. Hop on in.” Amaretto turned at the familiar voice. Her aunt was sitting there in the car, with the top down. Her long orange hair splayed out in a halo around her head and there was no stopping that she was once again in her purple phase. Her entire outfit was purple and the jewelry was purple as well. Purple was practically radiating from the drivers seat of the car. Amaretto felt a little put off. Thankfully, none of her friends were around.
She stood next to the door as her aunt appraised her and her clothing. “I see that you dyed your hair blond almost... a half a year ago. The blond ends are a nice accent to your brown hair.” Amaretto rolled her eyes.
“What are you doing here Aunt Katherine?”
“Well first of all, we need to get you some more clothes than that. Those are not suited to travel at all my dear.” Amaretto looked down at what she was wearing, a pair of skinny leg jeans that were in black color and were secretly bondage pants. They were one of her favorite pants. They had amazing pockets in the back and had four straps that criss-crossed from each other. She had a shirt that promoted the Smiths and their music and a hoodie that had a zipper in the front and a deep hood. Chains wrapped around the arms and proclaimed on the back that she was “Too Fast to Live, Too Young to Die”.
“How is this not travel appropriate?” Amaretto eyed her aunt and her aunt stared right back into her eyes.
“Just get into the car Francesca. You and I have to talk right now.” Her aunt put the car into park and then reached out and unlocked the passenger door and then swung it open. Amaretto was forced to step back as the door swung open and then she stepped into the car and sat down, closing the passenger door behind her.
“All right, I'm in the car, what now?”
“Now we get you a pair of decent jeans and then we raid your jewelry chest and you will soon be able to fulfill a promise that I made a long while back.”
Amaretto raised her eyebrows. “Excuse me? Raid my jewelry chest? I don't own a jewelry chest.”
“No, but you have a small wooden box that I gave to you when you were eight and I need you to listen very carefully now. I need you to start watching out now. How old are you my dear?”
“I'm seventeen right now.”
“Yes and soon you will be eighteen, and I need to get you prepared for this. I need you to be a little less ungrateful that I am your faerie godmother.”
“You are not my faerie godmother, you are just my godmother.”
“You see, that is where you are wrong. I am indeed a faerie and a godmother, yours to be more precise.”
“I don't believe you because you are crazy. I don't believe anyone who is crazy. You most certainly are crazy after saying that are you not?” Amaretto rolled her eyes and then made to open the door. At that moment, Katherine decided to put her foot on the gas pedal and the tires squealed and screeched as they pulled out into the middle of the road and her aunt seemed annoyed. Amaretto struggled to put her belt on as quickly as she could and jerked it into place at the last moment.
“What the hell are you doing?” Amaretto's voice was a squeal and she clutched onto the door as they pealed down the road at excessive speeds. Katherine didn't say anything as they traveled, but she watched as the familiar setting speed past at an incredible rate. The corvette sped and weaved and dodged some cars before it stopped rather abruptly at a local mall.
Aunt Katherine smiled and pulled the car's gear into park and then smiled. “I got the automatic because it was determined that I would never go below fifth gear if I could help it.” She smiled at Amaretto who was still clutching the side door with a rather heavy grip.
“You could have almost killed us.”
“I didn't kill us however, and it would be quite impossible for me to do anything of the sort if you had been paying attention.” Aunt Katherine gripped her purple purse and then smiled as she strode towards the mall entrance. “Don't sit in the car too long, you will soon have to come out or the security chime will sound off. Don't want to stick around for that on I am sure.”
As her aunt continued to walk away, Amaretto managed to release her death grip on the door and unbuckle her seatbelt. She opened the door and tried to stand and found that her legs were almost jelly from the speed. It surprised her as there was no way that they could have traveled that fast. As she looked at the clock on the dashboard, her eyes almost popped out of her head. She had merely walked five minutes from the school before her aunt had shown up. The closest mall was a good twenty five minutes away, if not longer. Somehow, the trip had taken them less than ten.
She wobbled as she closed the door and then began to walk after her aunt. The woman walked fast in her high-heeled Prada shoes. As they finally made the door, they walked around the inside until they found a Lucky Brand Jeans store. Her aunt walked in with a cool click of her heels and stopped in the doorway. Amaretto paused behind her. “Why are we stopping in the middle of the doorway?”
Aunt Katherine smiled for a moment and then said in a low voice, “Watch this.” She lifted her right heel just a bit and then brought the heel down with a resounding crack against the wood-laid floor. The crack that came from the wood resounded everywhere and then suddenly two people who were behind the counter looked up and turned pale.
One of them, a boy who could only have been a freshman in college at the most, suddenly rushed around the counter and with broad steps walked up to her aunt and almost all but bowed in front of her. “Lady Katherine! What a pleasure to see you again!” The boy looked like he was bowing and scraping in front of her aunt and Amaretto felt like she was about to be sick. She had never seen anything like this ever before. Her aunt however looked like the cat who had just gotten the canary.
“Well then, Andrew was it? My charge here is looking for some jeans. Something that she can walk around in and is durable for some rather strenuous work, and yet at the same time, I want you to make her look sexy. Can you do that Andrew?”
Amaretto paused as green eyes appraised her and then Andrew snapped his fingers. The girl who had been behind the counter with him suddenly rushed over. “Angela, let's get to work. We have a bit of work on our hands and we needed to finish it yesterday.”
Both proceeded to take Amaretto into the back and then began the impromptu makeover. Almost fifteen minutes and 18 pairs of jeans later, she had two pairs of hip hugging, long-legged jeans. Afterwards, her aunt purchased them, promised to come back into the Lucky Brand and then promptly rushed out with her god-niece.
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