“Welcome to Agatha’s?—”
The words die in my throat.
Because the man walking in looks like Christmas and mischief had a baby.
He’s wearing a white wool coat.
Brilliant white—and it’s flawless.
Like nothing would dare spill on it ever.
I can’t wear white.
Heck, I can’t wear anything without a pattern on it to hide my boo-boos because I’m such a mess-especially when it comes to food or drink.
Accidents follow me around like so much bad luck.
But back to mystery man.
Even his shoes are white—and highly polished, too.
He has a beard and thick hair, both snowy white, and his blue eyes sparkle like he’s about to start a prank.
“Well, hello there, Liebling!” he says cheerfully.
I blink.
“Um, hi?”
He strolls up to the counter like he owns the place.
But he doesn’t.
And I know that because I actually do own the place.
“My name is Uncle Uzzi.”
“Okay.”
I have no idea what this guy wants or who he is, but there is something about him that is making my Bear twitchy.
“I think I am just what you need, Liebling!”
He winks and glitter—actual blue sparkles—twinkle in the air surrounding him.
“Wow. Well, that’s a very confident introduction.”
He laughs.
“But of course! You see, I am a magical matchmaking Witch.”
Who the what now?
“Sure. Of course you are.”
He leans on the counter and peers into the churner.
“Ohhh, honey lavender. Lovely choice.”
