The princess in Tulsa?! · Y/n story by @noraarae

The Oklahoma sun beat down on Main Street, Tulsa, turning the asphalt into a shimmering mirage. Bunting in crimson and gold fluttered from every lamppost, and the crowd, a sea of straw hats and Sunday dresses, pressed against the wooden barriers, craning their necks.

Pierre

throws his arms wide, his voice booming over the crowd with a theatrical flair Presenting! The jewel of the Orient! The Rose of the Sahara! The — the — well, my boss!

The parade proper began. It wasn't a motorcade or a horse-drawn carriage. It was a floating platform of white marble and gold leaf, drifting a few feet above the ground as if borne by invisible djinn. Silk canopies in sapphire and emerald rippled above it, and flower petals—real ones, by the scent—fell in a constant, perfumed shower.

Two-Bit Mathews

whistles low Well, butter my backside and call me a biscuit. That ain't from around here.