Winx: The reincarnation

Chapter four

Danielle and Luna made their way to the dining area, where Luna's mother had already set the table for dinner. Luna's father was already seated, waiting for everyone to gather before starting the meal. As they took their seats, Luna's mother began serving the spaghetti, garnished with parsley and various veggies, onto each plate.

Danielle couldn't help but marvel at the dish in front of her—it looked remarkably similar to a meal she often enjoyed back home. Her appetite piqued, she eagerly took her first bite, savoring the familiar flavors that reminded her of home.

"So, Danielle, where do you live?" Luna's father asked, breaking the silence as they began to eat.

"Eraklyon," Danielle replied casually, bracing herself for the inevitable questions that would follow.

"Eraklyon? I wasn't so good at geography back when I still attended school. Where is that?" Luna's mother asked, genuine confusion evident in her voice.

"It is a realm in the magical dimension," Danielle explained patiently, though she could see the skepticism in their eyes.

"In what now?" Luna's father asked, his fork frozen mid-air as he processed Danielle's words.

"She said the magic dimension, Dad. Don't be rude," Luna interjected, coming to Danielle's defense.

"You know about this? Is she some kind of Dungeons and Dragons kid?" Luna's father asked, turning to Luna for confirmation.

"Oh my gosh, Dad, that was so offensive. Danielle is a fairy princess of the realm of Eraklyon," Luna retorted, her frustration evident as she defended her new friend.

"Okay then," Luna's mother said, her tone resigned as she accepted the unexpected revelation. "Your friend is a fairy princess?"

"Yes, I am," Danielle affirmed, meeting Luna's parents' bewildered gazes with determination.

"We understand," Luna's father nodded, though there was a hint of uncertainty lingering in his eyes. With that, they resumed eating, the awkward conversation casting a palpable tension over the dinner table.

Dinner passed in silence, with none of them daring to broach the topic again. Danielle didn't mind, though—she was too busy enjoying her spaghetti, which tasted even better than she had anticipated.

"Danielle, would you like more spaghetti?" Luna's mother asked softly,

"Yes, please!" Danielle replied eagerly, grateful for Luna's mother's kindness as she filled her plate once more.

"There you go, dear," Luna's mother said warmly, her affectionate gesture not lost on Danielle as she received her second helping. Luna, however, couldn't help but notice something off about her mother's behavior, a sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach.

After dinner, as they began to clear the table, Danielle made a move to help, but Luna's father stopped her

"No worries, Danielle. We will handle it. Just go relax in Luna's room, okay?" he said kindly, offering her a reassuring smile

"Thank you," Danielle replied gratefully, sensing the unspoken concern in Luna's parents' eyes as she retreated to Luna's room.

As soon as Danielle left, Luna turned to her parents with a furrowed brow, her frustration evident.

"I know what you two are doing," she started, her tone accusatory. "You're treating her like she's some special needs kid. What's wrong with the two of you?"

"People like her need help, Luna. She's living in a reality that doesn't exist," Luna's mother explained gently, her voice tinged with sympathy.

"Stop it. It's true. Danielle is a fairy princess, and she does magic," Luna insisted, her frustration mounting as she defended her friend.

"You believe her?" Luna's father asked incredulously, shocked by Luna's unwavering faith in Danielle's words.

"Yes, I do. I've seen her do magic, so yes, I believe. And stop acting like something's wrong. It's so offensive," Luna retorted, her tone sharp as she left her aghast parents behind in the kitchen.

Returning to her room, Luna found Danielle flipping through her fashion design book she had left on her bed. Luna rushed to snatch the book from her hands.

"I'm sorry, was I not supposed to look through it?" Danielle asked innocently, confusion evident in her eyes.

"No, I'm just very guarded when it comes to my designs," Luna explained, hugging the book close to her chest as she sat beside Danielle.

"Well, they're very good designs," Danielle complimented, offering a reassuring smile.

"Really?" Luna asked, her uncertainty melting away as she met Danielle's encouraging gaze.

"Yes, really," Danielle affirmed, her sincerity evident as she nudged Luna gently.

"I've always wanted to go to fashion school to be a fashion designer, but I haven't told my parents about it yet. I don't know how they'll react. They always wanted me to be a lawyer," Luna confessed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"What is a lawyer?" Danielle asked confused.

"Never mind," Luna chuckled, shaking her head at the absurdity of the question. "It's just too boring to explain. I hate being boring. I want to create fabulous and fun designs, go for fashion shows—maybe I'll even go to Paris!"

"Paris?" Danielle echoed,

"It's every designer's dream to have a fashion show in Paris," Luna explained, her voice tinged with longing as she imagined the possibilities.

"I'm sure that will work out for you," Danielle reassured her, "But if you feel strongly about this, perhaps you should tell your parents," Danielle suggested gently, her empathy evident as she reached out to Luna.

"I know," Luna sighed, her resolve strengthening as she considered Danielle's words. "Since you're new to Earth, maybe I could tell you about Gardenia?"

"Okay," Danielle agreed eagerly, a sense of anticipation building within her as Luna began to share stories about her life on Earth.

"Okay, Gardenia. I have plenty of friends around here who would love to meet you. Well, except for Mindy, the only girl in my class whom I don't get along with. She's always trying to copy me, and honestly, she's quite evil. Oh, and she once attempted to steal my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Danielle exclaimed.

"Yes, but I willingly let him go to her," Luna tossed her hair back casually. "If he was that easily swayed, he was never truly mine. Let them be together; they're both unpleasant. Oh, I still remember when we went on a beach trip, and Mindy deliberately spilled a slushie on my bathing suit. I was furious that day..."

And with that, they continued chatting until they both drifted off to sleep. Little did they know, this marked the beginning of a strong, enduring friendship.