After losing her family, [Name] is taken in by Stella's parents. At Alfea, the school for fairies, she begins to heal and finds new friends. Follow her on her journey as she uncovers secrets about her origin that she never knew.
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"Stella, how much time do you spend on your hair every day?" Bloom asked casually, her head resting on my lap while I sat comfortably on my bed, lost in the pages of a book.
Of course, that moment of peace was short-lived.
"Ask not what I do for my hair, but what my hair does." Stella giggled, tossing something green into her hair, rubbing it in with a flourish.
"What is that stuff?" Bloom asked, her curiosity piqued as she sat up, eyeing the green substance with intrigue.
"Flora made it." Stella answered without missing a beat, her hands working the mixture into her strands. "It's a botanical and magical formula. Three minutes, and my hair will shine like glass. Want to try some?"
Bloom hesitated, her gaze flickering from Stella's hopeful expression to the concoction in her hands. She sighed after a beat. "That's cool."
I set my book aside, furrowing my brow in confusion. "Is something the matter?"
Bloom frowned, her forehead resting against my shoulder, her voice soft. "I'm just kinda bummed."
"You have that look on your face." I observed, pausing for a moment to choose my words carefully. "It's Brandon, isn't it?"
"It is." Bloom sighed again, the sound thick with disappointment. "He said he would call, but he never did... and the Day of Royals is tomorrow."
My eyebrows shot up in shock. Brandon and Bloom were close, so it was hard to believe he hadn't asked her to the event. Even though the Day of Royals sounded like a hassle, I couldn't help but feel a little proud that Adan had asked me.
"He didn't ask you?" I shot her a look, disbelief written across my face.
"Nope." Bloom shook her head, her expression only growing more downcast as she rolled to the left, settling her head back in my lap. "He just... never did."
"That's messed up." I frowned, both for her and because I knew how important this event was for her.
Stella paused, her brush halfway through her hair, before putting it down and grabbing Bloom's phone. "That's an easy problem to solve." She smiled knowingly as she handed the phone to Bloom. "You've got to coax the invite out of him."
"What?" Bloom blinked, clearly lost. "How do I do that?"
"Call him. Or just send him a text," I deadpanned, gesturing to her phone. "Drop some hints, and I'm sure he'll ask you."
Stella shook her head at the texting suggestion, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "No, no. He needs to hear your lovely voice."
Bloom turned to me with a hopeful look, her eyes wide. "Please be my emotional support."
