I had collected it all, quicksilver lightning captured in a jar and a candle made of the wax from Cleopatra’s bees. Only the purest color yellow distilled from the sunlight in my window would do. The bit of our star must illuminate a painting representing my heart’s desire.
“Why don’t you do it the old-fashioned way?”
I jumped. I hadn’t heard Mom come in.
“Just talk to her. Girls like that, you know.”
“But Mom, the ancient magic spell will ensure it.”
“I’m sorry, the magic she used is much older than that.” Mom winked.
I’ll never understand girls.
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