Halfway to Happily Ever After (The Wish List #3)

Halfway to Happily Ever After (The Wish List #3)


192 Pages


Happily Ever After? Not so fast!
With two levels of fairy godmother training behind her, Isabelle is actually looking forward to Level Three. But when half the trainees go on strike, regular training
seems to go up in sparkles again.
But Isabelle's too close to becoming a real fairy godmother to let her skills get rusty. And when she finds out her first two princesses are unhappy at summer camp, she has to do something! Can Isabelle grant a few wishes without crossing the picket line?



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Published 29 May 2018
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EAN13 9780545941631
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Dear Isabelle, Please come to my office immediately. It’s time to get to work. We have no time to lose! —Grandmomma
T here was nothing at all to be nervous about. As Isabelle walked down the long, winding hall from her bedroom to Grandmomma’s large, red office door , she couldn’t decide if she was excited or squeamish, or something closer to terrified. In theory, studying with Grandmomma (for her entire vacation) was the opportunity of a lifetime. But in real life, it felt more like a punishment. Grandmomma (with the emphasis ongrand) wasn’t helping her for kicks.
She was helping her because she had no choice. In other words, there was everything to be nervous about. After two levels of training, Isabelle still hadn’t read theOfficial Rule Book for Fairy Godmothers. She daydreamed all the time. Forget the fine print! At the end of Level One, she left Nora, her practice princess (and technically, a regular girl), a jar full of stolen
sparkles—just in case she needed a friend—even though this was strictly against the rules.
In Level Two, things only got worse. Isabelle annoy ed everyone—especially the two best trainees in the class, Angelica and Fawn. She struggled with her assignment. Helping out Samantha instead of Nora was incredibly difficult—especially when they were in the middle of an epic misunderstanding. Also: Is abelle had a case of the guilts, since Grandmomma had left training to track down
missing sparkles!
In the end (as it always does in these types of sto ries), happily ever after won the day. Samantha and Nora made up. Angelica, Fawn, and Isabelle vowed to be friends, too. Grandm omma returned the missing sparkles, and they had no thing to do with Isabelle’s. (She found those sparkleslickety-splitund a yellow-and-green ring.) Best of all, after the Extravaganza, Isabelle fo dangling on one of the girlgoyle’s claws. She was 9 9.9 percent sure Clotilda had left it for her becau se it belonged to their mother. And that it held very powerful magic. And that beca use of all those things, she shouldn’t lose it or d rop it or show it to anyone. Not
even Grandmomma.
Maybe especially Grandmomma. Now, as Isabelle stared at the brass lion door knoc ker in the middle of Grandmomma’s office door, she realized she was still wearing the ring. So instead of knocking, Isabelle slipped it off and tucked it into her pocket. This turned out to be excellent timing, because at the same moment, the door flew open and Grandmomma stood in the archway with her hands on her hips and her lips pursed.
She did not look happy.
“You’re late,” Grandmomma said, pointing to a small chair that looked like it was made of splintered w ood. “Hurry up and sit down. I don’t want to waste another second.” Isabelle didn’t want to waste another second either, but the chair was really uncomfortable. It was rickety, too—like it might fall to
pieces any moment. Also: Every time she fidgeted even the slightest bit, the thing creaked. It creaked when she turned her neck to peer into th e magic mirror. It creaked when she reached for the edge of the spinning wheel that she wasn’t supposed to touch. It creaked when she checked out the newest additions to Grand momma’s collections of
crowns, pictures, and other magical accessories, from jewels to jump ropes, and, of course, shoes. There were shelves of them—all sizes and styles! On one end of the top shelf—right next to a lovely pair of pink glittery sneakers—was something new. It looked like a regular apple, but it was missing one bite.
Isabelle stood up to get a closer look. “Is that …” “It is.” Grandmomma grabbed the shiny red apple and dangled it in front of Isabelle’s eyes. “W ould you like to touch it? You can, if you hold it by the stem.”
Isabelle read the warning label.you do, please don’t eat.W hatever
It wasthataid, marveling at the shine, the color, the perfectly even bite marks.apple—no doubt about it. “It’s so beautiful,” she s
“Does it still work? W here did you find it?”
“In the basement. Just sitting there next to an old measuring cup.” Creak!had long since stopped asking for permiss ion to enter the basement. To make sure she didn’t sneak in, Isabelle Grandmomma kept the door locked at all times. She also used magic. (She was not taking any chances.) That was annoying because, of course, Clotilda had the key. She’d told Isabelle (many times—usually whe n the lights were out) that in the basement, Grandmomma experimented with sparkles. She neutralized potions and buried mistak es for good. She kept magical tools that had gone out of style. According to Clotilda, Grandmomma and Luciana practiced their most difficult magic in the wee hours of the night—but Isabelle was pretty sure that her sister was just trying to scare her. By accident, Isabelle touched the core of the apple. She dropped it on the desk. “W hat should I do?” Grandmomma pointed to the back of her office and a small sink with spouts that looked like girlgoyles. “Rinse your hands with
soap and hot water—all the way up to the elbows.”
W hen Isabelle returned to her seat, Grandmomma said, “Now open your book. You did bring it, didn’t you?” Isabelle had forgotten her book as well as her wand and her glasses. And probably something else, but she couldn’t remember what that was.
It was very embarrassing. But not particularly surprising. Isabelle had a long history of forgetting things. She said, “Let me go back and get them,” but Grandm omma was running out of patience fast. She grabbed her wand, and flicked her wrist. Gold and purple sparkles flew all around the room. W hen they cleared, Isabelle held a book wrapped in plain brown paper marked12th Edition—DRAFT. Her glasses, clean and ready to go, fell right on to her nose. Her wand appeared on the desk. And her hair felt clean, as if someone had washed, dried, and styled it. Isabelle tried to get comfortable. (She knew when Grandmomma was about to deliver a lecture.) For this one, Grandmomma stood up. She said, “W hen you go out into the world, you represent all of us. That means you need
more than kindness, gusto, and fortitude. You even need more than laser-beam focus. You must be thinki ng ahead. You have to look and be ready. First impressions are important— especially when it comes to princesses.” She told h er to turn to the page
markedants to Be GreatImportant Facts Every Fairy Godmother Should Know If She W . “It’s very well written.” (That meant she wrote it herself.)
Grandmomma read, “W hen you meet your princess, keep in mind that there are usually at least two correc t answers to any
question or wish. That’s because princesses are very complex.”