41. Chapter Forty-One
Elle
A few minutes later, I step into my old bathroom. Everything appears frozen as it was three years ago. I spy my favorite shampoo, a pile of familiar towels jammed in the closet, and even my fluffy white robe. So strange. A chill runs across my skin. It’s almost as if my parents will walk through the door any minute.
Something to add to my list of mysteries.
I take a super-quick shower, pull on my robe, and return to my room. All my clothes are still in their closet, which is good. My bust-line had a major growth spurt since fifteen, so none of this stuff fits. My blue gingham dress lies on the bed. I stare at it for a long second.
A figure appears by the ceiling. She’s small, blue and grinning.
It’s Blackaverre, all right.
My fairy godmother waves frantica
