CHAPTER 27
Thank goodness for Winnie. She’s planned Calla’s entire surprise birthday party right down to the party favors. After yesterday’s apple-picking excursion with all its extreme ups and downs, there’s no way I could have handled it, even if I’d had the time. My battered heart has shut me down.
As I sit on the edge of Calla’s bed, braiding her hair, I wonder for the umpteenth time: what am I doing here? Shrink promised that I could go back to my castle if I completed my apprenticeship. But now, what’s the point? My castle belongs to that Midas creep, and my mirror is no longer of any use to me. When Marcella (walking perfectly fine) flung a shoe at me this morning for not delivering her daily Fairytale Tattler to her in bed, why didn’t I throw it back and just call it quits?
“Do you think Papa’s going to get me a puppy?” asks Calla, snapping me out of my funk.
Gallant. I can’t get him out of my head. Though I’ve tried to avoid him, he did mention at breakfast that he and Marcella had something very important to do today, and now they’ve been gone for hours.
“I hope so,” I sigh. “I’m sorry I haven’t had the time to get you something,” I add with remorse.
Instead of a frown, Calla’s lips curl into a dimpled smile. “You are a gift.”
Her unexpected, beyond-her-years words light up my heart, and I smile despite myself.
Calla has no clue about her surprise birthday party. My job has been to keep her occupied until Winnie gives me the signal to bring her into the courtyard. We’ve played checkers, read a book together, and given Lady Jane a bath. In my gloomy state, it’s not been easy, and I’m running out of ideas.
Just as I finish with her hair, a rock hits Calla’s bedroom window. Finally, the signal.
“Come on, birthday girl. Let’s get some fresh air and play hide-and-seek.” Calla reaches for Lady Jane, then takes my hand.
The warmth of her little hand in mine radiates throughout me. She’s the reason I’m still here.
“Surprise!” shouts Winnie and a group of one hundred or so children, mostly boys, I’ve never seen before.
“Happy Birthday, Calla!” I say, joined by the others.
Calla is overwhelmed. “Wow!” is all she can say.
Wow is right. Winnie, dressed up as a fairy godmother, has created the ultimate Princess Birthday Party. There’s a magic castle playhouse, pretend tiaras and crowns for all the children, and a pony ride. She’s even brought along that giant dragon from the toy store. How did she manage to get it here? I’m probably better off not knowing.
“Who are all these children?” I ask.
“They’re from the local orphanage,” replies Winnie. “I thought it would be more fun for Calla if she had other children to play with.”
Despite Winnie’s good intentions, my blood runs cold. I bet they’re from that Midas Orphanage for Lost Boys. I hate that Midas!
I recognize one of the children—that unruly boy I saw the other day at Mother Goose. Much better behaved today, he’s showing Calla how to make the dragon roar by stepping on its foot.
“Who’s that?” I ask, pointing at him.
“That’s Curly,” says Winnie.
“He’s an orphan?” I’m surprised. “Didn’t I see him with his nanny the other day?”
“Oh, that was his latest foster parent. He’s been in and out of the system for years. No one wants to keep him.” Winnie pinches her lips together and shakes her head. “It’s sad because he’s really not a bad kid.”
The boy makes Calla roar with laughter. After her initial shock, she can’t get enough of the fire-breathing dragon. What a wonderful birthday she’s having. Sadly, I can’t remember turning seven. In fact, I can’t remember any of my childhood birthdays. It was just another day to scrub floors and beg for money. My mother didn’t give a damn. She didn’t buy me a thing; she was too busy shopping for new clothes for herself and seducing men. In a way, I was an orphan too. Maybe, worse off.
Winnie forces me back to the present by bringing two youngsters over to meet me, a boy and a girl. “These are my children, Hansel and Gretel.” Of course! They look just like her with freckled faces and flaming red hair. The little girl’s the spitting image of her brother, except she has long thick braids. I bet they’re twins.
“Pleased to meet you, Your Majesty,” they say in unison as they bow before me.
Huh?
“I told them you’re a queen,” Winnie whispers in my ear.
I smile at the two children. “Just call me Aunt Jane.” Why not? Winnie’s like a sister to me. “And the next time you see me, I’d prefer a hug to a bow.”
The two of them giggle.
Winnie waves her pretend magic wand over them. “Now, children, magically disappear.”
Hansel and Gretel giggle again. After hugging Winnie, they scamper off to play with Calla and Curly. Winnie squeezes my hand and smiles. How lucky Hansel and Gretel are to have her as their mom. And how lucky she is to have them.
To the children’s absolute delight, Winnie is a one-woman show. She sings; she dances, and she even juggles cupcakes. For her finale, she tosses the cupcakes into the audience. Just like at the Faraway talent show that now seems like ages ago. The rapturous children clamber to catch and eat them.
Taking a much-deserved break from entertaining Calla and her newfound friends, Winnie sits down with me on a stone bench, ironically the one where Gallant first asked me to arrange this party. Finally, a chance to tell her about my castle and mirror.
With out a single interruption, she listens intently as the words fly out. By the end of my story, my mouth is dry, and my throat is burning with anger.
“It’s all meant to be,” she says.
Is that all she can say?
“Elz and Hook broke up,” she says before I can tell her about my plan to hunt down Midas.
Poor Elz! I knew that sleazeball would break her heart.
“Don’t feel bad for her.” She’s such a mind reader. “Elz dumped Hook.”
Good for her! After how he treated her the other night, he deserved it. I’m proud of my roomie. She’s really taking control of her life.
“How’s Elz doing?” I ask.
“She’s doing great. It’s Hook who’s a shipwreck.”
“How are my young mateys doing?” comes a familiar voice from behind us. Talking about the devil…
It’s Hook! Who invited him? Then I remember. He’s in charge of the children at the orphanage. The Midas Orphanage…maybe he can lead me to the bastard.
Hook surveys his wards at play. “It looks like they’re having a whale of a time,” he smiles. “But their ship is about to sail.”
“Please let them stay a little longer,” begs Winnie. “At least to have some birthday cake. Which reminds me, I need to get the cake ready.”
Winnie dashes off, leaving me alone with Hook. I have to admit he looks like a wreck. With his bloodshot eyes and thick layer of stubble, he probably hasn’t slept for days.
“Do you know Midas?” I ask him right away despite his sorry state.
“Never met the bloke.”
Dragonballs! My mouth twists with disappointment.
“I’m sorry about the other night,” he says in a surprisingly humble tone.
The other night…I flush at the memory.
“I’ve gone cold turkey. I’m off booze for good.”
“That’s great.” I wonder how long that’ll that last.
He moves much too close to me. “Now, that it’s over between me and Elzmerelda, maybe we could give it another shot.”
God, he just won’t give up. “Hook, let’s just be friends, okay?”
“What do you mean by that?” he asks, sounding confused.
Luckily, I don’t have to answer his question. Calla comes to my rescue.
“Jane, it’s almost time for my cake. Where’s Papa?”
Good question. Where is The Prince? I can’t believe he’s missing his daughter’s birthday party.
The sound of singing fills my ears. “Happy Birthday to You.” It’s Winnie with the cake—a glittery castle made of hundreds of chocolate cupcakes with colorful candles stacked to look like spires. How creative of Winnie! She must have had it custom made at Sparkles. Unfortunately, it makes me think again about my castle and that Midas monster. I can’t wait to get my hands on him.
All the children gather around the cake and sing along with Winnie. Hook joins them and finally so do I. Hook’s beautiful baritone voice harmonizes with the choir of children. Calla, holding Lady Jane, beams with joy.
“Calla, make a wish and blow out the candles,” says Winnie.
“I’m only seven. So how come there are eight candles?” asks Calla.
“One’s for good luck,” says Winnie.
With any luck, The Prince will show up before this party’s over.
On Winnie’s count of three, Calla takes a deep breath, winks at me, then blows out all eight candles. Everyone shouts “Happy Birthday.”
“What did you wish for?” I ask her.
“I wished that Papa would—”
Winnie cups a hand over Calla’s rosebud lips and then reprimands me.
“Shame on you, Jane. Don’t you know that if you say what you’ve wished for, it won’t come true?”
Right! I should have known that from my “birthday party” at Faraway. Silly me!
A bellowing voice in the distance diverts my attention.
“What is going on here?”
The Prince. Finally! With Marcella hanging on his arm, he lopes over to us.
“Where have you been?” I ask, not hiding my anger.
“We went shopping!” croons Marcella. “Want to see what I—”
Gallant cuts her off. “Who are all these children, and what are they doing here?”
“They’re children from the local orphanage. They’re here to celebrate Calla’s birthday,” I reply.
“Eww, orphans!” says Marcella as if they’re rabid rodents.
“Get them out of here. Now!” orders The Prince. “I cannot have my daughter exposed to all these germs. Who knows where these gamins have been!”
“But Papa, they’re my new friends!” protests Calla.
“My Little Princess, this is none of your concern.” Gently pushing her aside, he accidentally knocks Lady Jane out of her hand. The doll tumbles onto the cobblestones.
Calla crouches down to pick up her precious doll. “Papa! Look what you’ve done!” she cries. The doll’s beautiful porcelain face is cracked all over.
In a fit of tears, Calla runs off, Lady Jane dangling from her hand. Her sobs are like pins in my heart.
The Prince stands there motionless.
“My love, it’s only a stupid doll,” says Marcella. “She’ll get over it.”
She moseys over to the cake and dips a finger into the frosting. As she licks it off, I want to strangle her.
“Well, I guess the party’s over,” says Hook. He gathers the orphans. “Ahoy, my mateys. It’s time to sail.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” respond the orphans with a salute.
They form two straight lines. To Hook’s credit, they’re all exceptionally well behaved and respectful. Curly included. Perhaps, Hook, too, has found his meant-to-be calling.
“Children, don’t forget your party favors,” says Winnie.
She hands them each a woven gold name bracelet. They’re almost identical to the one Rump made for me. The children’s faces brighten. And for a fleeting moment so does mine. Rump must be back in Lalaland.
“Hook, I’ll go back with you,” says Winnie. She takes Hansel and Gretel by their hands.
I’m sad to see them go.
Before departing, Hook strides up to Gallant. “By the way, matey, sorry about the other night.”
The duel! My heart leaps to my throat.
Gallant glares at Hook. “Sir, I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Phew! He still doesn’t remember anything about the other night.
“She’s a great woman,” continues Hook. “Definitely, worth fighting over.”
“Why, thank you!” says Marcella. The stupid cow has no clue Hook’s referring to me.
Hook struts off and catches up to Winnie. They lead the children off the grounds of the castle. Calla’s birthday party has ended disastrously. My blood is churning. It’s time for me to give Gallant a piece of my mind. Prince or no prince.
“You can’t keep Calla in a bubble forever,” I bark. “She needs to be with children her own age. She needs friends.”
The Prince furrows his brows. “And Jane, how do you know all this?”
“Because I didn’t when I was her age,” I say hotly.
Gallant is taken aback. I’m not done with him.
“And on your little shopping trip with Marcella, I can only hope you remembered to buy your ‘Little Princess’ a present. In case you don’t know, she wanted a puppy.”
The glimmer in his blue eyes vanishes. He lowers his head. He can’t hide his guilt and shame. At least not from me. Let him sulk. He deserves to feel bad.
“I am going inside to pour myself a drink,” he says finally and marches off. So he thinks he can drown his sorrows. Ha!
Pleased with myself, I clean up the mess the children have left behind. Marcella saunters up to me, stuffing her face with a gigantic piece of cake. So much for her diet. In fact, she may be over it. She’s silently crooning la-di-da-da.
“Jane, look what I got!” The PIW thrusts her left fist under my nose. On her fourth finger is a sparkling diamond, the size of rock.
My heart sinks to my stomach. I’m numb all over. But not for long. The numbness gives way to madness. I want to tear the ring off her finger and shove it down her throat. And watch her choke on it.
“Congratulations” is all I say.
Back inside the castle, The Prince is slumped at his desk, nursing a drink. Sensing my presence, he gazes up at me with forlorn eyes.
“Calla is inconsolable. She refuses to see me.”
“What do you expect? You blew it.”
“I was somehow unable to break away from Marcella.”
There’s regret in his voice, but the mention of her name makes bile bubble in my throat.
Gallant’s eyes do not leave mine. “Please, Jane, I beg of you to talk to her.”
“What do you want me to tell her?” I ask, my tone softening.
“Tell her that I am sorry for everything and that I shall buy her a new doll. A hundred of them, if she wants.”
“I’ll do what I can.” No matter how much I want to stay mad at him, I can’t.
Calla’s chamber door is locked. Muffled sobs seep through the thick slab of wood. I knock gently.
“Calla, can I please come in?”
“No!”
“Pretty please with a cherry on top?”
“Maybe.”
I take that as a “yes” because I hear the door unlock.
Back on her bed, Calla is curled up with Lady Jane, her face soaked with tears. She caresses the doll’s cracked face.
“Your father feels really bad about today,” I say, sitting down beside her.
“All he cares about is Marcella,” she wails.
“That’s so not true. He loves you more than anyone in the whole world.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I just do.”
We share a stretch of silence. Calla’s sobbing reduces to whimpers.
“Your father told me he’ll buy you a new Lady Jane,” I continue.
Calla bursts into tears again.
“I don’t want a new Lady Jane. I only want this one!”
I examine Lady Jane. The doll’s once perfect porcelain face is now lined with a maze of cracks. Its close resemblance to my reflection in my cracked “magic” mirror sends a shockwave through me.
“I wish she was still beautiful,” sobs Calla.
“She is,” I say, calming down.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I’m going to prove it to you.” I pull out Shrink’s mirrored locket from under my dress and snap it open.
Intrigued, Calla stops crying. “Who gave that to you?”
“Someone special. It’s magic.”
That really gets her attention.
“Now, I want you to let Lady Jane take a look at herself in my magic mirror.”
Calla props her dolly up in front of the mirror, then peers at Lady Jane’s reflection. “What’s so magic about that?” She frowns. “Her face still looks all cracked.”
“Keep moving back, but make sure Lady Jane can see still see herself in the mirror.” Calla, holding Lady Jane, slides back on the bed as far back as she can go. “Okay, stop!”
A shocked Calla blinks her eyes several times. “I can’t see Lady Jane’s cracks anymore. They’ve disappeared!”
“See, I told you my mirror was magic. Lady Jane is still beautiful.”
A bright smile replaces Calla’s frown. She kisses the doll on her cracked cheek.
I smile too, proud of my “magic.” Scooting next to her, I fold an arm around her thin shoulders. “Now that you’re seven, I want to tell you a grown-up secret. Do you think you’re ready?”
Calla’s eyes light up as she nods.
“Someone once told me that beauty’s not in the face; it’s in the heart,” I whisper in her ear. Okay. Those weren’t exactly Shrink’s words, but close enough.
Calla cocks her head like a puzzled puppy. “What does that mean?”
Dragonballs. Now, I’ve got to makeup something. I still haven’t figured out what Shrink meant.
“It means that you must love Lady Jane even more. Especially now that she’s a little hurt. Do you think you can do that?”
Remarkably, what I’ve said makes sense to Calla. She nods again and hugs the precious doll.
“Time for you to go to sleep.” Smiling, I tuck her under the covers and plant a kiss on her forehead.
“Sweet dreams,” I say softly.
Clutching Lady Jane in her arms, Calla closes her eyes.
Quietly, I slip out of the room. As I close the door behind me, Calla’s sweet voice calls out to me.
“By the way, Jane, thank you for my birthday party. It was the best one I ever had.”
The memory of another little girl who turned seven flashes into my head. Snow White. How could I forget? It was on that fateful day my “magic” mirror first played with my head, warning me that she would one day would be fairer than me. As I descend the staircase, I tremble, wishing that mirror had never existed.
Gallant is still at his desk. The blaze in the fireplace basks his face in a warm amber glow. Hearing my footsteps, he rises.
“How is she?” he asks, moving toward me.
“She’ll be fine.” I gaze at his face and my body quivers.
The Prince places his strong hands on my shoulders and meets my eyes. “Jane, I am forever beholden to you.”
“It’s no big deal,” I reply, tingling from his touch.
“Jane, you know so much about children. Have you taken care of them before?”
“No,” I stammer and look away, shamed by my past.
How horribly I treated poor Snow White. She was a sweet little girl—an orphan—who cared nothing about beauty and asked for nothing. She was always so kind to me. But I wanted nothing to do with her. I dressed her in rags and made her sleep with the servants. And as she grew older and more beautiful with every passing day, I wanted her out of my life. I even I tried to kill her. How’s that for my child-care experience?
And then there was another child. My beautiful stillborn son. The child I never got a chance to care for and know. Perhaps if he had lived, my life would have turned out so differently. The King would have loved me, and we would been one big happy family.
Tears prick my eyes as guilt and grief rip me apart.
With his thumb, The Prince brushes a tear off my cheek with a tenderness I don’t deserve. “What is wrong, Jane?”
“Nothing.” Everything. “You’re so blessed to have Calla.”
“I know and that is why I overprotect her.” The Prince pauses reflectively. “But you are right, Jane. I have to let go. She needs to have friends. Perhaps, you can help me find a good school for her.”
“My love, I know the perfect school for Calla. Lots of royal tykes go there.”
Marcella! My body stiffens as she glides toward us.
“Tell me more,” says Gallant.
“It’s a boarding school in France.” Her tone is as obnoxious as the big fat diamond on her finger. She throws her arms around The Prince and shoots me a patronizing smile that clearly says, “He’s mine!”
I eye her frostily and step away. “Good night. It’s been a long day.”
The PIW twists her ring. “Jane, didn’t you forget something?”
Screw her curtsey. I stalk out of the room.
“Jane, wait!” shouts Gallant.
I do not turn back to see his expression.