several hours.
“Oh, wow. It looks brand new. Thank you so much.” Bianca let out a sigh of relief. She felt a lot safer knowing that the window was fixed.
“No problem. Here’s the total and I need you to sign here, here and here.” He pointed to several Xs on three pieces of paper. “And if you have any other repairs you need taking care of, here’s my card. Call me anytime.” He gave her a playful wink.
Bianca blushed and signed on the Xs and handed him her mother’s credit card. He jotted down all the numbers as well as the security code on the back of the card. He handed her another piece of paper to sign and gave her copies of the paperwork as well as a receipt.
“Cool. Thanks again,” Bianca said.
“You’re welcome. Have a nice day.” And just like that he was gone.
Bianca grabbed the spell book and raced back to the museum. She needed to share this with Ming.
Chapter Nine
“Please tell me we don’t need eyes of a newt or kitten paws for this; otherwise I’m going home,” Ming said as she put down the magazine she was reading.
“No. It’s just a spell. Look,” Bianca replied. She then opened her mouth to chant the spell, but Ming put her hand over Bianca’s mouth and stopped her.
“Wait,” she said.
Bianca pulled Ming’s hand off. “What?”
“You can’t just go there without being prepared, and you definitely can’t open a portal to another world in the middle of the museum you and your mother run. Plus, you don’t know where you’re going or what you’re going to find on the other side of whatever it is you’re opening.”
“You’re right,” Bianca admitted.
She was lucky she had Ming with her. Had she been all by herself, she would’ve thrown herself head first into the portal. She thought about the things in the museum and made a quick mental list of the items she would need.
She made her way to Rapunzel’s hair and carefully took it out the glass case. Then, she collected the brick from the third little pig’s house. She felt it was better than taking a tent with her. She wasn’t exactly the camping type anyway.
When she wandered into the Wicked Wing, she wondered if there was anything in the room that would be useful to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the red dancing shoes quivering with excitement as she walked past them. The worn red leather shoes seemed eager to get out of the glass case and cause all sorts of mischief. They looked as though they had literally been to hell and back.
What good would they be to me?
It wasn’t as if she could force someone to wear them…or could she?
“Hmmm.” Bianca finally decided to take the shoes with her. She also picked up a little hand mirror; it was supposed to be like Mirabel’s magic mirror…only smaller.
The evil queen’s version of an iPod Shuffle…only…evil…I guess.
She climbed up the stairs and headed to the attic. For some reason, Rose had never gotten around to putting lights in the attic and there was a faint smell of mothballs. Bianca hated mothballs; it reminded her of old people and not in a good way. She opened the trunk that contained Red Riding Hood’s cape. She pushed several items and dresses out of the way until she found the famous blood red cape. She carefully placed it in her backpack, zipped it shut and rejoined Ming downstairs at the gift shop counter.
“Got some good stuff?” Ming asked.
“I hope so,” Bianca replied.
“Any magic carpets?”
“We don’t have that here. Most of the Arabian Nights collection is in the Middle East. Somewhere in that giant hot mess they call a country.”
“Ohhh.”
“Most of the stuff we have here are from European fairy tales. You know, like the Brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Andersen, and old English fairy tales.”
“Huh.” Ming wrinkled her nose.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s just surprising how much you know about this place.”
“Well…I grew up around all this stuff,” Bianca said.
“Anyway, what
“Oh, wow. It looks brand new. Thank you so much.” Bianca let out a sigh of relief. She felt a lot safer knowing that the window was fixed.
“No problem. Here’s the total and I need you to sign here, here and here.” He pointed to several Xs on three pieces of paper. “And if you have any other repairs you need taking care of, here’s my card. Call me anytime.” He gave her a playful wink.
Bianca blushed and signed on the Xs and handed him her mother’s credit card. He jotted down all the numbers as well as the security code on the back of the card. He handed her another piece of paper to sign and gave her copies of the paperwork as well as a receipt.
“Cool. Thanks again,” Bianca said.
“You’re welcome. Have a nice day.” And just like that he was gone.
Bianca grabbed the spell book and raced back to the museum. She needed to share this with Ming.
Chapter Nine
“Please tell me we don’t need eyes of a newt or kitten paws for this; otherwise I’m going home,” Ming said as she put down the magazine she was reading.
“No. It’s just a spell. Look,” Bianca replied. She then opened her mouth to chant the spell, but Ming put her hand over Bianca’s mouth and stopped her.
“Wait,” she said.
Bianca pulled Ming’s hand off. “What?”
“You can’t just go there without being prepared, and you definitely can’t open a portal to another world in the middle of the museum you and your mother run. Plus, you don’t know where you’re going or what you’re going to find on the other side of whatever it is you’re opening.”
“You’re right,” Bianca admitted.
She was lucky she had Ming with her. Had she been all by herself, she would’ve thrown herself head first into the portal. She thought about the things in the museum and made a quick mental list of the items she would need.
She made her way to Rapunzel’s hair and carefully took it out the glass case. Then, she collected the brick from the third little pig’s house. She felt it was better than taking a tent with her. She wasn’t exactly the camping type anyway.
When she wandered into the Wicked Wing, she wondered if there was anything in the room that would be useful to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the red dancing shoes quivering with excitement as she walked past them. The worn red leather shoes seemed eager to get out of the glass case and cause all sorts of mischief. They looked as though they had literally been to hell and back.
What good would they be to me?
It wasn’t as if she could force someone to wear them…or could she?
“Hmmm.” Bianca finally decided to take the shoes with her. She also picked up a little hand mirror; it was supposed to be like Mirabel’s magic mirror…only smaller.
The evil queen’s version of an iPod Shuffle…only…evil…I guess.
She climbed up the stairs and headed to the attic. For some reason, Rose had never gotten around to putting lights in the attic and there was a faint smell of mothballs. Bianca hated mothballs; it reminded her of old people and not in a good way. She opened the trunk that contained Red Riding Hood’s cape. She pushed several items and dresses out of the way until she found the famous blood red cape. She carefully placed it in her backpack, zipped it shut and rejoined Ming downstairs at the gift shop counter.
“Got some good stuff?” Ming asked.
“I hope so,” Bianca replied.
“Any magic carpets?”
“We don’t have that here. Most of the Arabian Nights collection is in the Middle East. Somewhere in that giant hot mess they call a country.”
“Ohhh.”
“Most of the stuff we have here are from European fairy tales. You know, like the Brothers Grimm, Hans Christian Andersen, and old English fairy tales.”
“Huh.” Ming wrinkled her nose.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s just surprising how much you know about this place.”
“Well…I grew up around all this stuff,” Bianca said.
“Anyway, what
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