Blossom the Flower Girl Fairy Read online

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Map

  Poem

  A Tisket, A Tasket

  A Fairy Godmother

  The Missing Basket

  Into the Woods

  Goblin Girls

  Fabulous Flowers

  Picture Perfect

  Late for a Date

  Squabbling Sisters

  Splish, Splash!

  Garden Gnomes Galore

  Fabulous Photos

  Flower Crown Fiasco

  The Missing Rings

  Wedding Woes

  A Secret Portal

  Cold as Ice

  Happily Ever After

  Copyright

  Weddings, flower girls, cakes galore,

  Royal weddings are such a bore.

  I’ll do my best to spoil this one,

  Those fairies won’t have any fun!

  When I steal Blossom’s magic things,

  Say good-bye to vows and rings.

  No one will get married today,

  If Jack Frost has his frosty way!

  Find the hidden letters in the stars throughout this book. Unscramble all 7 letters to spell a special wedding word!

  “Isn’t it the most beautiful dress you’ve ever seen?” Rachel Walker said with a sigh as she tucked a blond curl behind her ear.

  Her best friend, Kirsty Tate, nodded dreamily. “Oh, it is!” she exclaimed.

  The dress was a magnificent white wedding gown covered in sparkling rhinestones and delicate lace. Rachel’s aunt Angela held it in front of her as she twirled around playfully.

  “You look just like a princess!” Rachel told her aunt.

  Aunt Angela laughed. “I’m no princess,” she told her niece. “I’m more of a fairy godmother. I make dreams come true!”

  That was the truth. Aunt Angela was a wedding planner. It was her job to organize weddings down to the tiniest detail, and she was very good at it. Her company, Fairy Tale Weddings, was incredibly successful.

  Rachel and Kirsty exchanged a smile at the mention of fairy godmothers. The two friends knew a lot about fairies. They had first met fairies while vacationing on Rainspell Island. Now they had many fairy friends and had visited Fairyland lots of times. Jack Frost and his mischievous goblins caused a lot of problems there, and Rachel and Kirsty were the fairies’ secret helpers.

  In fact, that’s what the girls were doing today—being helpful! Aunt Angela had hired them to be her wedding planning assistants. Today they were at the hotel where the wedding party was staying, in case Aunt Angela needed two extra pairs of hands.

  The next day’s wedding was to be Tippington’s largest of the year. The wedding was so big there were going to be six flower girls. Rachel and Kirsty weren’t as experienced as Aunt Angela, but the girls had been bridesmaids in Kirsty’s cousin Esther’s wedding, so they knew a thing or two about brides and bouquets.

  “This wedding is going to be amazing, Aunt Angela,” Rachel said happily. “I just know it!”

  “Thank you, dear,” Aunt Angela replied as she gently hung up the bride’s gown. Then she ran her hand over the other dresses and suits on the clothes rack. “The clothing is all ready for tomorrow. But I really should go over the flower order. Then I need to talk with the caterer about the food, call the party rental company, double-check that the band will be there on time, and confirm the address for the photographer.”

  “Whoa!” Kirsty murmured, her eyes wide. “It sounds like you have a lot to do. We’re happy to help.”

  “That would be great,” Aunt Angela agreed. She opened a thick blue binder and read over a few pages thoughtfully. Finally, she removed a sheet of paper.

  “First, let’s focus on the flowers,” she said. “Here’s the receipt.”

  She studied it closely, her brow furrowed in concentration.

  “Wait a minute,” she mumbled as she looked at the paper more closely. “There’s something wrong.”

  “Oh no!” Rachel cried. “What is it?”

  “Well, there are six flower girls,” Aunt Angela explained. “There’s Talia and Tamara—they’re twins. Then there’s Ashlyn and Avery. They aren’t twins, but they are sisters. And finally, there’s Mila and Sasha. That means there should be six baskets of rose petals on the order form, but I only see five. I’d better call the flower shop right away.”

  Rachel and Kirsty waited anxiously while Aunt Angela made the call. But a moment later, she hung up the phone without saying a word with a puzzled look on her face.

  “There was no answer,” she told the girls. “But I’m certain the flower shop is open today. I’m afraid I don’t have time to go there myself, but maybe you girls can?”

  “Of course!” Rachel said.

  “Yes, we’d be happy to,” Kirsty agreed.

  “Thanks so much!” Aunt Angela replied as she gave Rachel a quick peck on the cheek. “I knew there was a reason I hired you girls!”

  Rachel and Kirsty headed outside. The flower shop was just a few blocks away from the hotel, so it was an easy walk.

  “I wonder why no one answered the phone,” Kirsty mused. “That seems odd, especially when they have such a big wedding coming up tomorrow.”

  Rachel just shrugged. “Maybe that’s exactly why no one answered,” she said. “Everyone at the shop must be busy getting ready for the wedding!”

  But when the girls got to Fabulous Flowers, the store was dark inside. Kirsty tugged on the door handle, but it didn’t budge. Rachel noticed a sign was posted on the door with the store’s hours.

  “That’s strange,” she said. “According to this, the store should definitely be open now.”

  Kirsty and Rachel weren’t sure what to do next. If the flower shop was closed, how would the flowers be ready in time for the wedding the next day?

  “What should we do now?” Kirsty wondered aloud.

  “I don’t know,” Rachel replied. “If there are no flowers tomorrow, the wedding will be ruined!”

  The girls stood in front of the flower shop, trying to figure out what to do next. Then Kirsty noticed something moving inside the shop.

  “Hey!” she said, nudging Rachel. “Look! Someone’s inside.”

  The girls pressed their faces against the windowpane. Sure enough, there was a figure sitting in the shop in the dark. From her long hair, it looked to be a young woman. But she didn’t look happy. She was hunched over, and her shoulders were shaking.

  Kirsty and Rachel knocked gently on the door. The girl inside looked up suddenly, wiping her eyes. Then she came to the door and unlocked it, pulling the door open.

  “Can I help you?” she asked Rachel and Kirsty. The girls noticed that her eyes were red and rimmed with tears.

  “I hope so,” Rachel said softly. “But is the shop open?” She pointed to the sign in the store window.

  “And are you okay?” Kirsty added, looking genuinely worried. The poor girl seemed very upset.

  The girl seemed confused for a moment, and then her face grew pale.

  “Oh my goodness!” she cried. “I didn’t realize it was time to open the shop. I’ve been so distracted and upset all morning. Please come in.”

  The girls stepped inside as the sales girl hurried to turn on the lights. Then she grabbed a green apron with flowers stitched on it and tied it on over her clothes.

  “Please forgive me,” she said. “What can I do for you?”

  “We have a question about the flower order for tomorrow’s wedding,” Rachel said.

  But at the word wedding, the girl burst into tears again!

  Rachel and Kirsty glanced at each other, unsure of what to do.

  “Can you tell us what’s wrong?” Kirsty asked gen
tly. “Maybe we can help. We’re good problem solvers.”

  “That’s very kind of you,” the girl replied with a sigh. “But I don’t think you can help me. Today’s my birthday, and my fiancé and I had a big fight this morning. He came over this morning to drive me to work and give me my birthday present. But it was the worst gift ever! He gave me a baseball glove and baseball tickets, but I hate baseball! I was so surprised, I burst into tears. And now I’m getting cold feet about our wedding! How can I marry someone who doesn’t understand me at all? I’m not going to be able to get any work done today.”

  “Wow,” Kirsty replied. “That’s a tough one.”

  Rachel nodded sympathetically. Then she noticed a sparkle in the flowerpot on the counter behind the sales clerk. The pink peonies seemed to be glowing!

  At that moment, the phone rang, and the girl excused herself. She headed to the back of the shop to answer the call.

  “Oh, Kirsty, look!” Rachel said, pointing to the flowerpot just as a tiny fairy with gossamer wings peeked her head out of the basket.

  “Hello,” she said sweetly. “I’m Blossom the Flower Girl Fairy.”

  Rachel and Kirsty gasped in delight.

  Blossom had brown skin and curly hair piled into a bun on top of her head. She wore a crown of flowers and leaves wound around her curls. Her pink taffeta dress was decorated with pink peonies and lace, and she wore a beautiful corsage on her wrist. She was lovely.

  Rachel and Kirsty loved meeting new fairies.

  “Hello!” Rachel said brightly. “I’m Rachel, and this is Kirsty.”

  The fairy smiled at the girls, but her mouth quickly turned into a tiny frown and her wings drooped.

  “Nice to meet you both,” she said. “I’m afraid I need your help. There’s a royal wedding tomorrow, but Jack Frost’s goblins stole my basket of rose petals. If I don’t get it back soon, both the royal wedding and your wedding will be ruined!”

  “Oh no!” Kirsty said with a gasp.

  “That’s terrible,” Rachel agreed.

  “I know,” Blossom replied. “My magic protects all flower girls. It’s my job to work with Mia the Bridesmaid Fairy to make sure all weddings are happy and magical. But I can’t do that without my magic items! My basket of rose petals helps prevent misunderstandings between couples.”

  Rachel and Kirsty glanced at each other. They seemed to be having the same thought.

  “That must be why the sales clerk had that argument with her fiancé!” Kirsty exclaimed. “It’s because Blossom’s enchanted basket is missing!”

  “That’s just what I was thinking,” Rachel agreed.

  The girls turned back to Blossom.

  “How can we help?” Kirsty asked.

  Blossom fluttered her wings hopefully.

  “We’ve got to get to Fairyland as quickly as possible,” she told them. “Will you come?”

  “Of course!” Rachel agreed.

  Kirsty nodded her head as well.

  “Here we go!” Blossom said, pointing her wand at the girls. A second later, a burst of tiny sparkling flowers and butterflies shot out from the tip of the wand. They swirled around Kirsty and Rachel, and the girls quickly shrunk down to fairy-size, complete with silvery wings on their backs.

  Rachel and Kirsty fluttered their wings happily. No matter how many times they became fairies, they still loved it! The girls flew after Blossom, heading straight for Fairyland.

  They landed in front of a toadstool cottage with a pretty garden out front. A grove of pine trees surrounded the house.

  “This is where I live,” Blossom explained. “I usually keep my magic items at the Wedding Workshop along with Mia the Bridesmaid Fairy’s magic items. But I brought all of my items home to my cottage to prepare for the royal wedding tomorrow. Queen Titania’s niece Princess Rosalyn is marrying Prince Arlo. Mia and I have been preparing for weeks. I’m sure Jack Frost told his goblins to take my basket. They love spoiling parties, and the royal wedding is the biggest party of the year!”

  “Are all three of your items missing?” Rachel asked with a look of concern.

  “No, just the basket is gone,” Blossom replied, looking relieved. “I’m wearing my other two items to keep them safe.”

  She pointed to a ribbon tied around her wrist. It sparkled with magic.

  “This is my ivory ribbon,” Blossom explained. “It controls harmony and makes weddings run smoothly. And my flower crown helps love stay strong in good times and bad.”

  The fairy reached up to touch the crown of flowers and leaves on her head. It glittered brightly as well.

  “Where do you think the basket is now?” Kirsty asked. “Do you have any idea where Jack Frost or his goblins would have taken it?”

  Blossom shook her head sadly.

  Rachel and Kirsty looked around the cottage and the surrounding area. They had to find that basket. But it could be anywhere in Fairyland! They had no idea where to begin. Then something caught Rachel’s eye.

  “Oh, look!” she cried out, pointing across the cottage lawn. A trail of lilac-colored rose petals led into the tall pine trees that surrounded the little house. “Do you think those petals fell out of your basket?”

  The three girls fluttered over to the petals.

  “You’re right!” Blossom cried happily. “Those are from my basket. Purple is the color of royalty, so I was planning to sprinkle those petals over the flower girls at the royal wedding tomorrow.”

  “Maybe we can follow this trail of flower petals to find the basket,” Kirsty suggested.

  “That’s a great idea!” Blossom said. “There’s a path that leads through the woods to Jack Frost’s Ice Castle. I’ll bet that’s where the thieves are taking the basket. If we hurry, maybe we can catch up to them before they get there!”

  The three girls flew in the direction of the petals. Sure enough, the trail led down a path through the woods. They had been fluttering along for a few minutes when Rachel heard a rustling in the trees ahead.

  “Shhhh!” Rachel whispered, her finger to her lips. “Do you hear that?”

  Kirsty nodded. It sounded like voices just ahead of them.

  “Let’s hide!” Blossom said. “If it’s Jack Frost or his goblins, we don’t want them to see us right away. It will be better if we can surprise them.”

  They ducked behind a thick tree trunk that was surrounded by some lush flowering plants and hoped they were well hidden. Then they peeked out to see who was there.

  Two goblins with green skin, pointy ears, and long noses stood in a clearing between two trees. They seemed to be arguing over something.

  “Look, goblins!” Rachel whispered.

  Kirsty noticed that one of the goblins held a white wicker basket. “Is that yours?” she asked Blossom in a hushed tone.

  “It is!” Blossom replied softly. “This is definitely the path that leads to Jack Frost’s Ice Castle. I’m sure now that’s where they’re taking it. We have to get it back!”

  Kirsty and Rachel were quiet for a minute.

  “I wonder what they’re arguing about,” Rachel mused. “Maybe if we knew, we could figure out how to get the basket back.”

  The three girls inched closer, being careful to remain hidden in the trees.

  Suddenly the goblin on the right grabbed the basket out of the other goblin’s hands. He turned the basket upside down and shook it angrily. All of the rose petals had fallen out, and the basket was empty.

  “Look what you’ve done!” he yelled loudly enough for the girls to hear him clearly. “You’ve dropped all the rose petals!”

  “Who cares!” the first goblin shouted back. “Jack Frost only needs the basket to spoil the royal wedding.”

  “How do you know that?” the other goblin replied. “He told us to grab the basket with the rose petals in it. Maybe he needs the flowers, too. You heard him—if we mess this up, we won’t get any dessert ever again!”

  The first goblin paled. “Oh no,” he moaned. “Anything but tha
t! Bogmallows are my favorite food!”

  Blossom motioned to the girls to move a little closer to her.

  “Is it true?” Kirsty asked her. “Are the rose petals magical, too, or is it just the basket?”

  “It’s just the basket,” Blossom replied. “The rose petals aren’t important.”

  That gave Rachel a great idea.

  “We can use that information to get the basket back!” she exclaimed. “I have a plan. Blossom, can you use your magic to make Kirsty and I look like goblins?”

  The fairy smiled and nodded.

  “I can,” she agreed, “but the magic won’t last long. You’ll have to work quickly. Can you do that?”

  Rachel nodded. Then she leaned in and whispered her idea to Blossom and Kirsty.

  Kirsty giggled. It was a silly plan, but with a bit of fairy magic, it just might work.

  Blossom waved her wand at the girls. Glittering butterflies and flowers swirled around the two friends. First, Kirsty and Rachel grew from fairy-size to goblin-size. Then their wings grew smaller and smaller until they disappeared, while their ears grew taller and pointer, their noses grew longer, and their skin turned goblin green.

  “Ta-da!” Blossom cried. “Two goblins, ready to go.”

  Kirsty stifled a giggle as she looked at her friend.

  “You look pretty funny,” she told Rachel.

  “So do you!” Rachel agreed. “But I definitely like being a fairy better than being a goblin.”

  “Me, too,” Kirsty agreed. “Let’s hurry and do this so we can get back to being fairies as quickly as we can!”

  The girls emerged from the trees and went right over to the goblins.

  “Is that for Jack Frost?” Kirsty asked confidently as she pointed to the basket.

  “Yes, why?” the goblin holding the basket replied. “And who are you?”