“Hi, Willow,” Molly said. “Happy Easter!”
“Happy Easter to you, too. Are you enjoying the party?”
“It’s awesome. We dipped marshmallows in the chocolate fountain.”
With a shy grin, Dylan held up his hands. “Look.” Chocolate smears coated his fingers.
Emma pulled out a tissue and did her best to get rid of the sticky mess. “It looks as though you had a great time.”
“I didn’t get chocolate on me ’cause I was careful,” Molly said solemnly.
Willow held back a smile. Molly might not have chocolate fingers, but her face told everyone where she’d been.
While Emma searched in her bag for more tissues, Molly looked behind her mom and grinned. “Look at Zac. He’s a reindeer.”
Willow turned around and smiled at her temporary roommate. The brown velvet jumpsuit he’d bought did look a little like a reindeer. All he needed was a flashing red nose and he could have been Rudolph.
“I’m not a reindeer. I’m the Easter Bunny.” Zac pulled a headband out of the pouch on his stomach and stuck it on his head.
The floppy rabbit’s ears looked cute, but Molly and Dylan still seemed confused.
When Zac pulled two chocolate eggs out of the same pouch, the transformation into Easter Bunny was complete. The twins thought he was amazing.
“Where did you find your costume?” Emma asked.
“In the general store. Mabel has a special area for emergencies. This was the last Easter Bunny costume she had.”
Willow laughed. “I didn’t realize there could be other bunnies hopping around Sapphire Bay.”
“Only if they were quick. The costume is a limited edition.”
Willow couldn’t imagine anyone other than Zac wearing a velvet rabbit suit. “You were lucky to find it.”
“It was meant to be,” he said with a grin. “Do you want to dance?”
“She’d love to,” Emma said as she nudged Willow toward the dance floor. “Don’t come back until you’ve boogied to at least three songs.”
Zac held out his hand. “I promise not to step on your toes.”
That wasn’t what Willow was worried about. “Are you sure you can dance in your costume? Won’t you get hot?”
“I’ll be fine. Besides, what could be better than the Easter Bunny dancing with an Easter egg?”
Willow looked at her costume. She’d found some large sheets of cardboard in her studio and cut them into ovals. After she’d decorated them with crepe paper and glitter, Zac helped her attach a wide piece of ribbon to the top of each panel. Thankfully, the costume sat comfortably on her shoulders.
“Okay, I’ll dance with you. But don’t try any fancy moves. I’m not very bendy.”
Emma pulled out her cell phone. “Before you hit the dance floor, I need a photo. You look cute together.”
Willow stood beside Zac, smiling at the camera.
“You can do better than that,” Emma said. “It’s spring. Do something outrageous.”
Zac moved so fast that Willow didn’t have time to react. One minute she was standing beside him, and the next she was lying sideways in his arms, held in front of him like a football.
Before she could say anything, her feet were back on the floor.
“Perfect,” Emma said as she showed them the picture. “It’s a great photo.”
