Chapter Five
Nothing could’ve prepared me to meet a fairy. Not only was Flora outrageously beautiful — a narrow face with soft cheekbones and features framed by loose silver-blond curls — but she also had wings. Four of them.
“You must be Zoe,” she said, her voice light and pleasant as she stood from her desk. She was much shorter than she seemed sitting down, barely more than five feet tall. Her wings fluttered and sparkled behind her. Why would she ever be self-conscious about them? They were mesmerizing, and I knew right away I was going to have trouble keeping my mouth shut.
“Seems like everyone around here already knows me,” I said.
“Moon Grove isn’t a big town. Everyone knows everyone, whether they like it or not,” Flora said.
Interesting. I bet that meant someone knew something
