She huffed and said something, but I couldn't understand with her back to me.
I watched her shoulders rise and fall.
Then she turned.
"I'm Quilla Templeton. Your fairy godmother. Maybe you remember me?" She stuck out a hand wrapped in a fingerless glove.
I got on my knees and moved toward the edge of the bed. "Um, Quilla, is it?"
She nodded, blowing her bangs off her forehead. "Yes."
I took her hand. "I'm much too old to need a fairy godmother, and you seem too young to be one."
She rolled her eyes. "It's a title, Cinderella." Her cheeks reddened. "And I'm older than I look. We fairies age at a much slower rate than humans." She stepped back.
"If you're a fairy, where are your wings?" I didn't mean to sound presumptuous, but fairies were supposed to have them.
That much I knew
