Chapter Four

Elissa blinked at the elfish man sitting across from her. She looked down at the business card she still held in her hand.

Uncle Uzzi’s Magical Matchmaking Service.

Disbelief warred with hope inside her chest. All her life, she loved myths, legends, fairytales, and folklore. She’d waited and hoped and dreamed with all her heart, wanting to believe her prince was out there somewhere searching for her.

Fuck being politically correct.

Elissa Phoenix was a dreamer. Always had been. She might be short, curvy and she damn well could out cuss a sailor, but dammit, she was worthy of love.

Was it wrong of her to want someone who made her feel feminine and cherished? Someone who wanted her body, heart, soul, and mind. A man who cared about her happiness and was thoughtful enough to ask after her feelings at the end of the day.

Maybe dreams really can come true, Elissa thought, staring at the cheerful older man.