I scanned the clearing frantically.
Then I saw her.
Thank goodness.
She was safe.
There she was, nestled among a small crowd of fairies, basking in the glow of admiration.
I heaved a sigh of relief. She was safe.
As I inched closer, I heard the praises she was getting.
"You're fantastic, Doverel!" they cooed.
Woah. Doverel was getting popular?
"98? How did you even get 98 couples?" a male fairy asked, eyes wide with amazement.
Doverel had better luck venturing further, unlike poor Edna.
"Doverel!" I called out.
She turned immediately, her bright smile softening into concern when she saw my face.
I must have looked distraught. How could I not?
"My gosh, what in the world happened to you?" she asked as she pulled me aside.
"I was worried you got hurt," I replied, still catching my breath, hair tangled and face palid.
"I'm fine, Scarlette," Doverel assured me as she patted me on the back before she turned back to her newfound fans.
"Edna..." My voice dropped.
