After losing your family, you are taken in by Stella's parents. At Alfea, the school for fairies, you begin to heal and form new friendships. Follow your journey as you uncover secrets about your origin that you never knew.
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I lazily moved my legs back and forth, sprawled on my stomach across the soft, warm sand at the ocean's edge. The gentle rhythm of the waves provided the perfect soundtrack as I idly played a game from a magazine with my girlfriends. The boys, meanwhile, were busy pretending to be on some sort of grand patrol with their bikes near the water. But let's be honest—it was painfully obvious they were just goofing around under the guise of duty.
Bloom's voice pulled me back to the moment. "Question three," she read from the glossy pages of the magazine. "You discover that your cute new boyfriend has lousy taste in music. Do you: A) use your magic to change his taste to match yours, B) move on to the next boy, or C) accept him for who he truly is?"
"B," Musa answered without a second's hesitation, her tone as sharp as ever. "Gotta 86th that guy and move on."
I shook my head slightly, amused by her predictability. "Figures," I murmured under my breath before flipping onto my back. The sun warmed my face as a faint smile tugged at my lips, my thoughts briefly wandering to what happened yesterday with Adan. "Let the guy be himself," I said after a moment, my tone casual but firm.
"Exactly." Flora nodded in agreement, her gentle voice as steady as the tide. "Especially if you like other things about him."
"Using magic would be tempting, though," Layla admitted with a mischievous grin. "Then you'd have the guy you like and the playlist you like."
Stella's voice interrupted, as dramatic as ever. "What do you think of this one?" She struck a pose, showing off an orange swimsuit. "Before you say anything, remember—it's a Spella McCartney."
I eyed the swimsuit. It was pure Stella: bold, confident, and unapologetically loud. Still, I couldn't resist a quip. "You look like a lifeguard."
"But a cute one, right?" Stella beamed, twirling in place. Her good mood didn't last long, though, as her gaze flicked to the boys. She frowned. "Hey, speaking of lifeguards, is anyone else ready for them to drop this whole 'on-duty' act and actually hang out with us?"
"It's an important assignment for them, Stel," Layla reminded her, always the voice of reason.
Stella scoffed, flipping her hair with a flourish. "Yeah, sure. Important. Look at them—they're obviously having fun out there. And they're doing it without us. What's up with that?"
"They claim to be patrolling the waters," Bloom added, but even she didn't sound convinced.
I followed her gaze. The boys were zipping around on their leva bikes, clearly more focused on showing off than on anything remotely "patrol-like." "Troublesome," I muttered under my breath, leaning back against the sand. "You'd think they'd at least try to make it look convincing."
