Chapter Sixteen
“Ms. Pickett, wake up. We’re nearly there.”
Esme’s eyes fluttered open. Slowly, a round cherubic face came into view. The little angel had the most beautiful hazel eyes. There were sparkles in the pupils. The little girl looked as pretty as a princess. Even after six hours of flying, Penelope still looked entirely put together, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle in her clothes. It couldn’t be anything but magic.
“Look.” Penelope pointed out the window. “This is my favorite part.”
Esme sat up. Her contorted bones crackled and snapped. Then her eyes popped out of her head as she turned and looked out the window. It was a storybook illustration come to life. Like the bird from The Lion King flying out of the mist and down onto Pride Rock. Only on the rock sat a castle
