It’s Alistair. He’s wearing a black coat over a white shirt and a pair of grey, fitted trousers. His stride is so powerful that his coat glides with an invisible wind. My heart starts breakdancing. I’m too tired to pretend that Grump-Vader isn’t the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. In my mermaid reenactment, would Alistair be the evil sea sorcerer or the handsome prince? The store manager stops in her tracks, her eyes glued to Alistair. “Is that…” “Yeah,” I croak.
