Enchanted. Judith Leger

      Arriving at the amphitheater where the show would take place, Caitlyn twitched the gauzy hem on the hip length tunic Marcy had insisted she wear. She tried to figure out what was wrong with the casual burgundy slacks and white sweater she had selected. There was a logical reason why Marcy found her attire inappropriate, but she never thought of her friend as a logical person. Instead, she had allowed Marcy to persuade her into wearing something slinkier, even sexy, for the extravagant magic show and backstage party. The more outfits Marcy had pulled from her closet of stylish clothes, the more skeptical Caitlyn had grown. Once her friend had chosen the right ensemble for her, she had agreed or she’d have hurt Marcy’s feelings.

      Deep midnight blue with a flowing flower print, the clingy material of the tunic and pants seemed too soft against her skin. She felt stripped, with nothing between her body and the outside world but the thin gauze. And the shoes were even worse. With each step, the sharp-toed mules with the two-inch heels made her want to hold onto the wall in case she slipped off them.

      Caitlyn surveyed the open space of the amphitheater. Row after row of seats brimmed with excited people. Just ahead, Marcy sashayed down one of the side walkways, glancing at the tickets in her hand and then for the corresponding seats. Her skintight red dress accented every curve of her body and the crimson spiked heels added height to the leanness of her model’s build. Thick, waist-length hair piled high on her head with straight strands falling here and there only accentuated Marcy’s classic California looks. Sexy was the only word Caitlyn could think of to describe her beautiful friend.

      “Here we go,” Marcy said over her shoulder. “Told you these were great seats.”

      Front row. Caitlyn’s heart raced. She’d take this opportunity to study him. Her main goal was to watch his behavior and see the flaws in his performance. Hopefully, after tonight and this interview, her curiosity about the performer would be satisfied.

      Marcy eased into her seat with a graceful display of leg and arm. When the bald man next to her friend noticed her and gulped, Caitlyn swallowed the laugh which threatened.

      “I’m so glad you came tonight,” Marcy said, sending her a dazzling white smile. “I can’t wait to meet him. Look, chill bumps. I’m so excited. Why didn’t I bring a camera? I’d love to take a picture of you with him. Wouldn’t that be grand?”

      “You’re rattling,” Caitlyn remarked, shaking her head over her friend’s enthusiasm.

      “Can’t help it.” Marcy glanced past her to the people sitting on the other end of the row before turning her gaze back to Caitlyn, her bright eyes rounding. “Hey, you never did tell me what happened today.”

      “With Kramer?”

      “Yeah.”

      Caitlyn stared at her friend for a moment, trying to decide if she should tell her. Marcy had so many friends in the entertainment world that the temptation for her to tell someone about the assignment could cause problems. The friend part of Caitlyn wanted to shout the news to everyone who would listen, but the journalist in her wanted to keep the information quiet so her report would be a success.

      Marcy rested her chin on her palm and leaned closer. “Well? Who are you interviewing? Come on, Catey.”

      “It’s confidential. The station wants to keep low key about it,” she hedged, wishing the show would start.

      “Wow. This person must be really big for them to do that.” Marcy started to say more, but the lights dimmed and the audience quieted.

      Multi-colored laser lights flew across the auditorium, circling, slicing and twirling as the orchestra played. The semi-circle stage remained dark except for the thin strips of lights racing across. Ceiling-to-floor curtains glinted as they glided open.

      Caitlyn, nerves on edge, jerked when fireworks exploded in brilliant sparks along the back of the stage. The musical notes accelerated. Someone began to speak. At first, the words were low, but the sound increased in volume and lyrics became clearer with each note. Foreign words which she didn’t understand. Was he singing in Welsh? She frowned. What did the words mean?

      The spotlights focused all at once on a suspended platform in the middle and top section of the stage. The figure of a man stood high above the floor, silhouetted against the lighted background. He stepped down off the platform.

      Caitlyn’s gasp echoed the audience’s cries of awe. Shay Evers. Dressed in black leather pants and a white, billowy shirt, he moved with feline grace. From her vantage point, he appeared as though he walked on air, but after a second, she noticed a thin cable stretched from the top back to the middle front of the stage. He strode on the cable as if on solid ground. Midway, he performed a perfect cartwheel on the wire.

      She scanned the area above his shoulders and head, searching for other wires attached to him, but didn’t see any. Intrigued, she made a mental note to research his balancing ability. She couldn’t remember a mention of acrobatic training in the background information she’d found. His balance was perfect.

      As the show progressed, she remained still with her hands clasped in her lap, observing every move the illusionist made as she tried to rationalize his performance. After an hour of logic-defying feats, Evers stopped in the middle of the stage. His gaze roamed over the spectators.

      “A volunteer from the audience.” Evers strode across the stage, stopping every few steps to study someone. He talked and joked with several front-row people along the way. When he reached the end, he doubled back and paused in front of Caitlyn and Marcy.

      His amethyst eyes caught and held Caitlyn’s gaze. The hair on her arms stood.

      He moved down the nearby stage steps to a place not far from where she sat, took a young woman’s hand and tugged her to her feet. This close, Caitlyn could see every line of his handsome face. Her breath caught in her throat as she struggled to suppress her reaction to his nearness. She blinked, and he was striding back to the stage. A large prop had been rolled onto the center of the stage. Concealed by a white sheet, the huge piece stood alone. Shay led the young woman to the object and commented about taking a leap of faith.

      Shay turned to the woman and she giggled. Her bright smile and sparkling eyes were obvious signs that she’d fallen under the illusionist’s spell. With a practiced flick of his wrist, the sheet billowed out and away from the prop. The deep mahogany framing a mirror glinted in the light. Carved Celtic figures roamed across the arch. Spiraling wooden pillars encased the sides, holding the glass in place.

      The audience responded with appreciative sighs and murmurs.

      “God, I’d love to have it in my apartment. It’s gorgeous,” Marcy whispered.

      Caitlyn nodded, admiring the craftsmanship. “Wouldn’t fit at your place. Now mine, that’s a different story–it’d go perfect in my bedroom.”

      Marcy smothered a laugh, and Caitlyn patted her to be quiet. “Shush, I want to hear.”

      Taking a step toward the stage’s edge, Evers glanced about the audience. “There was once a faery tale about a witch and her magical mirror. Well, she’s not the only one to have a magical mirror.” He moved back to the woman waiting by the mirror. “Do you want to see what my looking glass can do?”

      The woman nodded, her expression one of wonder as she stared at him.

      “It is the doorway into the faery world. Do you believe that?”

      Her expression changed into a curious frown. She shrugged and shook her head.

      “No? Perhaps you’ll believe once you go there.” Shay took hold of the side of the mirror and rolled it around, touching the air about the frame. “See? Nothing there. No fake doors. Floor is solid.”

      Shay stopped and positioned the mirror so that it was