secret tapped into an old familiar feeling: being sneaky. Not so long ago, Sabrina was known as the Queen of the Sneaks. She had earned the title from her year in foster care. She knew how to open a creaky window without making a sound. She knew how to slink across a room without stepping on a loose floorboard.She knew how to crawl out onto a roof, shimmy down a trellis, and tiptoe past a watchdog without making a peep. Keeping the wedding plans from the eyes and ears of Morgan le Fay reminded her that she wasn’t a complete loser. She had skills—occasionally illegal skills, but skills nonetheless—and she was determined to make the most of them.
In the shadows and in whispered conversations she gave everyone a job. Flowers, music, food, and the most important job of all, keeping the bride busy until everything was ready. Since the castle was nearly finished, its rooms also needed to be decorated. Morgan had a simple spell for creating furniture from thin air, and Sabrina knew exactly who to team her up with: Goldilocks. Goldi had an eye for interior design. She also had an obsession with things being just right. Under her direction, Morgan would be busy all day.
And it worked. All the pressure and frustration of the prophecy was pushed aside and the tiny community leaped headfirst into planning and preparation. It was the first time Sabrina had seen everyone smiling since her arrival. She even caught Pinocchio humming the wedding march as he and Gepetto built a platform for the couple to stand upon when they exchanged their vows.
“A wedding under the stars is a lovely idea, Sabrina,” Snow said as the two stood back and admired the yard.
“Your boyfriend gave me a lot of the ideas,” Sabrina said. “He’s quite the romantic.”
“I’ve always thought so,” Snow said as she gazed lovingly at Charming, who was working with Nurse Sprat to create some sort of seating chart. “I just hope he saves some for our wedding.”
“Has he asked?” Sabrina said.
Snow smiled. “He will. Or I will, if I get tired of waiting. I hope it’s half as nice as this one.”
Wildflowers lined the path to two beautiful wooden arches interwoven with roses and white lilies. Several rows of chairs, each wrapped in more of the flowers, awaited guests. Mallobarb and Buzzflower hovered overhead on their wide insect wings. They showered the space with magical glitter, making the scene appear otherworldly. It was enough to take Sabrina’s breath away. She hoped Morgan would feel the same.
“Well, I better get ready. I didn’t exactly pack for a formal engagement,” Mr. Seven said, nervously. “I hope my bride doesn’t hate my sneakers and blue jeans.”
Sabrina looked down at herself and gasped. She was a mess. She couldn’t wear her ratty hooded sweatshirt and grungy shoes to a wedding. She rushed into the cabin that housed the magic mirror and darted into the Hall of Wonders. On the floor ofher room was a stack of dirty clothes. She sorted through it, desperate to find anything that could be described as an “outfit.” All that she had managed to save from Granny’s demolished house were three pairs of pants, an oven mitt, a moth-eaten sweater, and eight shoes—none of which matched another. Desperate, she reached for her father’s Red Hot Chili Peppers concert shirt from 1990. She slipped it on, then ran into the mirror room to see how she looked. There was a huge green stain on it from one of Puck’s pranks. It was ruined.
Sabrina was a card-carrying member of the tomboys club, but this particular injustice stung. It wasn’t like she needed a pretty dress or fancy shoes. She just wanted a declaration to the world that things weren’t that bad. If she could have her hair done and wash her face and put on a necklace and show up to a wedding during a war, then the battle hadn’t beaten them. A simple ribbon in her hair would have done it—evidence that there were still very normal things in this abnormal world,
In the shadows and in whispered conversations she gave everyone a job. Flowers, music, food, and the most important job of all, keeping the bride busy until everything was ready. Since the castle was nearly finished, its rooms also needed to be decorated. Morgan had a simple spell for creating furniture from thin air, and Sabrina knew exactly who to team her up with: Goldilocks. Goldi had an eye for interior design. She also had an obsession with things being just right. Under her direction, Morgan would be busy all day.
And it worked. All the pressure and frustration of the prophecy was pushed aside and the tiny community leaped headfirst into planning and preparation. It was the first time Sabrina had seen everyone smiling since her arrival. She even caught Pinocchio humming the wedding march as he and Gepetto built a platform for the couple to stand upon when they exchanged their vows.
“A wedding under the stars is a lovely idea, Sabrina,” Snow said as the two stood back and admired the yard.
“Your boyfriend gave me a lot of the ideas,” Sabrina said. “He’s quite the romantic.”
“I’ve always thought so,” Snow said as she gazed lovingly at Charming, who was working with Nurse Sprat to create some sort of seating chart. “I just hope he saves some for our wedding.”
“Has he asked?” Sabrina said.
Snow smiled. “He will. Or I will, if I get tired of waiting. I hope it’s half as nice as this one.”
Wildflowers lined the path to two beautiful wooden arches interwoven with roses and white lilies. Several rows of chairs, each wrapped in more of the flowers, awaited guests. Mallobarb and Buzzflower hovered overhead on their wide insect wings. They showered the space with magical glitter, making the scene appear otherworldly. It was enough to take Sabrina’s breath away. She hoped Morgan would feel the same.
“Well, I better get ready. I didn’t exactly pack for a formal engagement,” Mr. Seven said, nervously. “I hope my bride doesn’t hate my sneakers and blue jeans.”
Sabrina looked down at herself and gasped. She was a mess. She couldn’t wear her ratty hooded sweatshirt and grungy shoes to a wedding. She rushed into the cabin that housed the magic mirror and darted into the Hall of Wonders. On the floor ofher room was a stack of dirty clothes. She sorted through it, desperate to find anything that could be described as an “outfit.” All that she had managed to save from Granny’s demolished house were three pairs of pants, an oven mitt, a moth-eaten sweater, and eight shoes—none of which matched another. Desperate, she reached for her father’s Red Hot Chili Peppers concert shirt from 1990. She slipped it on, then ran into the mirror room to see how she looked. There was a huge green stain on it from one of Puck’s pranks. It was ruined.
Sabrina was a card-carrying member of the tomboys club, but this particular injustice stung. It wasn’t like she needed a pretty dress or fancy shoes. She just wanted a declaration to the world that things weren’t that bad. If she could have her hair done and wash her face and put on a necklace and show up to a wedding during a war, then the battle hadn’t beaten them. A simple ribbon in her hair would have done it—evidence that there were still very normal things in this abnormal world,
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