town square. She winked at the boy child, and he nodded and promptly tripped his mom so she fell right into Roderick’s arms.
Petty cackled as bits of pink fairy dust filled the air.
Unfortunately for her, she didn’t see the new FG in town who took particular offense to Petty’s particular form of meddling with her charge.
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IT HAPPENED ONE MIDNIGHT.
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Petunia Blossom had almost reached peak fairy godmother.
She and her sisters, Bluebonnet and Jonquil, were so close to the pinnacle of greatness.
In the last year, they’d recruited a new fairy godmother in training for the academy, they’d helped break a curse (Petty chose to ignore the fact the curse was her fault to start with; she was counting it as a win), and they were working their magic right under the noses of mortals.
Further, they’d managed to not only save their sweet little town of Ever After, filling up all the stores of magic with love, but they were exporting it to the fairy realm and to the rest of the world.
Petunia was quite pleased.
The only thing missing was their granddaughter Juniper’s Happily Ever After.
She sighed over her morning tea and toast in their cottage kitchen.
Jonquil stopped what she was doing with the black lace and bloodred hydrangeas she’d been fiddling with, attempting to create a bouquet that would suit the Dracula-themed wedding. Nothing seemed to be quite right.
“I recognize that sigh, dearest. Tell us what kind of plot you’re hatching?” Jonquil encouraged.
“Me?” Petty feigned innocence.
Bluebonnet snorted. “Obviously, you. Shall I start some ice cream sodas?”
Petunia grinned. “Yes. I think you should.”
“As long as it’s not Gwen and Roderick again. You know they asked us to leave them alone,” Jonquil warned.
Petty waved her off. “No. Fie on them at the moment, anyway. How dare they resist our good intentions?” She laughed. “I do understand, and I’m giving them their space. I’d be upset if someone continued to try to push me to someone I wasn’t ready for.”
Bluebonnet dropped the glasses she held, and they shattered on the ground. “Did you just say you were wrong?”
“Let’s not get hysterical,” Petty said. “Of course not. I wasn’t wrong. We planted the seeds. They just have to take root and are slumbering through the long winter. Just wait. They will work out on their own.”
Bluebonnet used her wand to clean up the mess and reconstitute the glasses. “Mm-hm.” She fixed Petty with a sharp glance. “Your stance wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that Ransom and Lucky are taking them along to Brazil, does it?”
Petty looked around, her eyes wide. “Whatever would I do in Brazil?”
“Aha! Caught you. I didn’t accuse you of going to Brazil.” Bluebonnet crossed her arms over her chest.
Jonquil nodded sagely. “She’s got you there.”
Petty rolled her eyes. “No, she doesn’t. I would assume that to meddle with them in Brazil, I would need to be present in Brazil.”
“Oh, please. You’re a fairy godmother. You can meddle from anywhere.”
Petunia shrugged. “Whatcha gonna do?”
“Not bother those kids. Until it’s time,” Jonquil said. “That’s what you’re going to do.”
“I’m not. But sometimes things happen. Call it fate,” Petunia said.
“I’ll call it Petunia,” Jonquil said with a snort.
“I swear, I’m not going to do anything. I promised. But if, say, their accommodations might have accidentally overbooked, and they have to share a room . . . a very small room on a very hot night . . .”
“We all know that’s your favorite trope.” Bluebonnet began making the ice cream sodas to fortify them with the sugar they needed to plot Happily Ever Afters.
“It works! But actually, I really promise I haven’t done anything. But a godmother can hope.” She grinned. “No, it’s time to switch hats.”
“But, I’ve not gotten a new hat in so long.” Jonquil patted her hair.
“Not like that, dear. We need to work on a project closer to home. Not a godmother hat but a grandmother hat,” Petunia explained.
“I’m still not following. What’s wrong with godmother hats? I mean, we could get some pointy cones of wisdom to wear for the Dracula wedding, but I think they wanted to go with the obsidian and ruby tiaras for the bridesmaids. Plus, we don’t want to offend any witch guests in attendance,” Jonquil said.
“Sister. Darling. Light of my Happily Ever After,” Bluebonnet began. “She means Juniper.”
“Oh!” Jonquil pressed her palm to her forehead. “I swear, it’s like the sprites have run off with the