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A deep groan escaped my lips as I stared at myself in the mirror for the one hundredth time, gazing up and down at my reflection as I pursed my lips. "She owes me so big for this..." If I hadn't already mentioned that my fabulously successful best friend is a party planner and tonight she has organised a birthday extravaganza for a women who Gemma chose not to name, not that I really care... Don't get me wrong I love her but I get irritated with her success and the very fact that I've, me, have been dragged into it as a waitress slash bar tender role because two have already dropped out. Typical.

"At least I don't have to wear a bloody dress." I muttered, looking at my tight black jeans that were rolled up at the bottom, my tucked in crisp white shirt buttoned right up to my neck causing me to want to choke in an over dramatic fashion as a thin satin tie added a noose like feel to the outfit.

"Amy Edna Louise get your ass out here, were going to be late!"

"Gemma Yvonne Ivy you are not my mother so do not call me by my full name!" My eyes narrowed and I turned, my patent loafers squeaking on the wooden floor as I stormed out of the room. As I stepped out my best friend of oh... at least ten years stood with her arms crossed over her chest, her sage green eyes giving me the once over before nodding in approval. "Lets go!"

We arrived at the venue an hour before the party kicks off, most of it was already done and my god did she do a spectacular job. From the ceiling there were strings and fairy lights draped from the centre of the ceiling fanning out to wrap down the wooden pillars which were also covered with a garland of beautiful wild flowers. "Hmm are they fresh from the florist or from you own personal collection?" I gazed at Gemma with my teal coloured eyes, the soft grey ring around my iris glowing slightly in the soft lights. Before I forget to mention it my friend had the incredible gift of manipulating the earth! Like seriously how cool was that! The twinkle of mischief in my eyes must have gave away what I meant and the corners of her plump lips lifted slightly.

"My dear what ever do you mean?" She winked at me and gave me a playful nudge before whispering something inappropriate in my ear which I dare not repeat. Neither of us would ever admit that we were in our mid twenties.

"Right slacker off to work with you. I've got to go to the exit and greet everyone." Gemma panned her eyes over the room once more and gave my bum a gentle tap before gliding to the entrance.

"Are you sure you want me here? You know what I can be like with my ability when I get flustered." I was speaking to her telepathically now and I felt that she would be rolling her eyes.

"Amy you haven't had an outburst in months, give yourself a break..." There was a pause and I waiting for the next comment. "And anyway I'm pretty desperate so shut up and get the champagne ready the guests are arriving."

"Yes sir!" I placed the image of me standing to a salute in an army uniform and I felt her laugh, cutting off the connection before I got her into any trouble. As I began to fill the rest of the flutes with champagne a couple who couldn't have been much older than me rushed in, darting straight toward the bar. Immediately I gulped and stood up straighter, Gemma never told me she was hosting a party for one of the Benedict family.

"Sir, Madam... What can I do you both for?" I pursed my lips nervously and blinked at them as they smiled.

"Please don't call me Sir, I'm way too young for that." He winked and held out his hand for me to shake before introducing himself. "I'm Trace Benedict and this is my beautiful wife Diamond." Diamond smiled and shook my hand, her delicate and soft palms tiny in my slightly larger 'brawny' ones.

"I just wanted to make sure you have the present stashed in the back." For a moment I got lost in his incredibly good looks, together they look like they could walk the red carpet. Immaculately dressed and groomed to perfection. I hate them already.

"Uhhh... Present?" My heart started to race and I could see their faces drop. "I was never told about any present, maybe you should go ask Gemma the lady who organised this." I gestured to the amazing room and they shook their heads.

"No...No I was told you knew about this." Trey... Nope that wasn't it... Trace! Aas shaking his head a little bit two much for my liking and I found myself getting dizzy.

"Um..." I was panicking now and I felt the energy around me start to buzz, "Gemma care to explain what present the hunk and the model are talking about?" I spoke to her again in her mind, a small curse escaping her lips.

"It's in the room behind you, on the counter by the dishwasher." Once again she paused "Sorry, I forgot to tell you." I growled under my breath and gave the Benedict's my best smile as all the guests filtered into the room, gasps of awe from pretty much every single one of them. She'd pulled it off, not that I had my doubts.

"Ooooh... that present. Yes, it's tucked safely in the store room behind me." I held the smile and rubbed the back of my neck, the energy around me still buzzing, the bottles of alcohol behind me started to vibrate.

"Thank god." He whispered before taking his wife's hand and walking off, the energy instantly relaxing around me before anything started to shatter. Crap! What was it I was doing before I got interrupted?

"Champagne!" I heard Gemma shout in my mind and I flinched, cursing before the three other waiters grabbed a tray and walked off as if carrying it in their hands was something they were born with.

"Yes Ma'am." I grabbed the last tray and flocked through the crowd, handing out drinks until everyone had a glass in their hands. "That wasn't too hard..." I turned, clutching the empty tray in my hand before I bumped into a rather toned chest. "Oh sorry I didn't sense anyone was behind me." My eyes lifted to a... okay how can I put this in a way most people would understand? He was a absolute god! His eyes a steel grey and his hair, he had better hair than I did! Dark and pulled into a pony tail. Mine however resembles Mufasa's ginger mane on most occasions when I don't do anything with it.

"Don't worry about it, easily done." His voice was cold but I sensed he meant it. I have heard people mentioning this chap before, Victor Benedict – he worked for the FBI and is quite a scary man if you got on the wrong side of him. Jesus please tell me I've not got on the wrong side of him, not that I'd mine if he grabbed on to me and...

"Focus Amy." There she was again, my best friend steering me straight.

"Well I best be going... I've got champagne glasses to fill. If you need anything, let me know." My eyes glistened with excitement, my freckled cheeks lifting as I smiled at him.

"Thank you, that's very kind." Victor gave me a curt nod and walked over to his mother who was smiling and greeting the rest of the guests. I guess it was her party I was helping host then.

I strolled back to the bar with a bounce in my step and started to serve the guests, throwing the cocktail shaker and twisting the bottles for the rest of the night. Unfortunately the monkey who could play the drums was currently smashing out 'Living On A Prayer' at Bon Jovi's birthday, oh well I'll guess I'm close enough.