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’ She barked, getting antsy about me being under her legs. ‘What? No. He needs a good female to breed with. Yours looked nicer than the ones he picked. I want to see if they like each other.’ I explained. ‘Hurry… follow me.’ I encouraged her, hoping to get her to chase me as I dodged her human’s hand. ‘Oh! Okay! I’m Tinkerbell, by the way. Sorry I didn’t say that sooner. I get spooked easily.’ She agreed, dragging her human as she chased after me.

“It’s too… I can’t.” “Yes, you can.” I slide the phone closer to her. She pushes the box back toward me. “No.” I heave a sigh. “Just take the damn phone, Tink.” Vienna cocks a brow, eyes twinkling in amusement. “Tink?” “Like Tinkerbell? The little green fairy from fucking Peter Pan or whatev…” “Another short joke,” she snorts, cutting me off. “How original.” I shrug, leaning my elbows on the bar as the smirk returns to my lips. “I thought it was a good one.”

The woman informed us the tale. I smiled at the thought of how Peter Pan and Gavin were so alike with each other that another part of myself stings. What if the Gavin I knew is not as free-spirited and easy-going as the one I met three years ago? I do not think I can handle that sort of idea. “So who is tinkerbell?” Blair asked “Tinkerbell is Peter Pan’s partner-in-crime and she has the ability to sprinkle pixie dust to other people to make them fly,” the woman replied.

Lolly’s POV “Honey, you don’t look so good,” the bartender said. The music in the bar banged against my ear drums. Still, it wouldn’t erase Cindy’s voice in my head repeating those words: “NO MAN WILL EVER LOVE YOU!” I was still trying to wrap my head around what happened. It still felt like a nightmare. It was all a prank? I wasted the last three years of my life on a cruel prank orchestrated by my evil stepsisters? How could they do this to me? What did I do to deserve this?

She insists that I come for both of her concerts in Quebec, and I agree. After that, we put away the food but bring the wine and climb into my bed. “So, what movie are we watching tonight?” “The Lord of the Rings,” she says excitedly. “I’m pretty sure you’re going to say that Orlando Bloom is a perfect elf.” “I don’t know who that is, but we’ll see,” I tell her. Honestly, this movie wasn’t too terribly far off the mark when it comes to elves. Tanya stays two more days and it’s like everything in my life that turned upside down, righted itself while she was here.

“I’m sure we’ll see you again soon.” “Oh, we have to show you our witchy lights!” “Oh, and our witchy garden!” “Little Lady Sprites? Lady Meadow is here too,” I say and receive the expected excitement and twittering before they race inside. “Well, that should keep them busy for a while,” I say, looking at Madelyn as she stares after them. “You were exactly right. Tinkerbell with a voice, no filter, and not a mean bone in their bodies.” “Yep. That’s a sprite in a nutshell. Come on, I want to show you the falls,” I say, taking her hand and leading her into the woods.

I had never touched substances before but I could swear I knew they wouldn't be as effective on me as the substance called Benjamin. “Spread these beautiful legs for me, will you, Tinkerbell. Your baby daddy wants to eat your sweet dreamy delight.” I chuckled at the sweetest names he was coming to with. My eyes were on him as he pulled away from me. He started taking his clothes off in front of my eyes. Biting my lower lip, and with a thumping heart, I opened my arms for him. I wanted to feel his warmth more.

There is no one in this world that is as nice and lovable as her own sister; Minerva loves Odette that much. That is until they both have met with Jacob Milos Ellis from the famous band called Zenith.

(Is he driving a car or am I some kind of a traffic signal? Just then I see Helen and Jane rushing in chanting, “ Go, Ella, Go Ella, who da new Project Lead? Cinderella!!! “Shhhh you girls” I closed and put the file in my bag casually, nobody could get a wink of this. “Don’t ignore us now girl” they hug me warmly as I reciprocate. “I’m not...let’s go home now chicas. It’s been an exhausting day of all sorts” I say ushering us out of the cabin towards the hallway.

“You don’t know what it is, do you?” “I—no? Is that a kind of spell?” Cheyenne recoiled like she’d just been slapped. “Oh my goddess. You poor sheltered cinnamon roll.” “I am not a—what did you call me?” “First of all, rude. Second of all, sit down and prepare your soul. Because I am about to educate you in the fine cinematic masterpieces that are Tangled, Moana, and Mulan.” “Why do they all sound like weird warrior names?”