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this past week in Polonias been a total waste?
    I knew the answer was no. If I hadn ’t come I wouldn’t have met Mizrabel. And meeting her seemed like the most important thing at the moment. She’d told me what to do to save Polonias.
    But why?
    I rolled the questions around inside my head, trying to determine an answer. Exhaustion won out in the end and I fell asleep. 

 
     
     
     

     
    Fireworks
     
    I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke all my dreams were in the forefront of my mind. The dreams were of my mother—well, the woman claiming to be my mother. Mizrabel.
    She terrified me, filled me with sadness and fear like I’d never known... but a tiny part of me, buried deep in the corner of my mind, wanted to get to know her. Feelings of guilt and pain raged through my body and I knew that was why I’d had such crazy dreams.
    Guilt.
    Sunbeams touched my cheek and I opened my eyes.
    Leo stood at the window. He peered through the glass and I wondered what he saw, what he was thinking. He no longer wore his party clothes ; instead he had on dark jeans and a forest green button up shirt. He’d rolled the long sleeves up to his biceps. Light shone in his hair and on his thick dark lashes. His lips, the shape of his jaw, and the trimness of his waist were gorgeous. He was gorgeous.
    “ How long have I been asleep?” I asked, sitting.
    Leo turned slightly and a smile bloomed across his face. “You’re okay.”
    I moved to the edge of the bed. “Yeah, I think so.”
    He sat next to me. “Sorry your party didn’t end the way it was supposed to. Cake and fireworks were part of the finale.” His face grew dark. “But Mizrabel showed up and ruined everything. Do you remember that?”
    “ I do. I’m not sure what she meant or what I should do.”
    His eyes left my face toward my body. I followed his gaze.
    “Crap.” I was in a white tank and it didn’t cover much. “How did I get in this?” I asked, pulling the bed covers up to my chest.
    Leo stood. He rubbed the back of his neck and turned away. He seemed uncomfortable. “AnnaBelle started to help, but she turned into Anna and Belle and, well…” Leo trailed off and shrugged.
    “ Got it,” I said with a short laugh.
    “ Quilla came in and finished getting you ready for bed.”
    “ Oh.” That made me feel a little better.
    “ Why don’t you get dressed, and then we can talk.” He used magic to open the door.
    “ Sure.”
    “ I’ll meet you in the kitchen in thirty minutes.” He walked out of my room and the door closed behind him.
    I washed my face, put on some lip-gloss, and threw my hair in a high ponytail. Since Leo was in jeans, I figured I should be too, so I put on a pair of sandblasted skinny jeans, a boho-chic white blouse with a gray tank underneath. To complete the outfit I put on a pair of gray suede boots. The heels were flat and the tops zipped just under my knees. Totally casual, but adorable.
    When I was finished, I used magic to open the door. Quilla was pacing just outside my door. A hand flew to my throat in surprise. Her outfit was flamboyant as usual: Bright yellow and pink dress, hair teased with butterflies pinned in, black pointy boots and black and pink polka dot tights. “What the hell?”
    “ Sorry, Cinderella,” she said breezily, walking past me and into my room.
    “ I was just leaving to meet Leo.”
    She didn’t seem to hear me. The door shut and Quilla grabbed my hand. “I’ve been up all night thinking about miserable Mizrabel and what she said. Have you had a chance to think about it? Her fritzy toast, or curse, or whatever you want to call it.”
    I gave her hands a squeeze and dropped them. “No, not really.” I turned toward the window.
    The land of Polonias was beautiful, full of color, and vibrant with life. 
    “No?” Quilla asked, moving to stand next to me. “How could you not?” She waved her hand and my bed was made. Then she sneezed. “I mean, that woman is dreadful.”
    I sig