“Pippa didn’t design them,” Frank whispered sharply, “and given what I’ve seen tonight, it was a mistake to let her sew them.” “Too bad you couldn’t have sewn them better. “Lovely designs, Pippa,” the princess said shortly as she ran off the stage. Fortunately there were no further mishaps before the couple managed to get themselves off stage for the last costume change. Pippa came back to earth abruptly at the two glares she found thrown her way as the prince and his lady attempted to dance as if nothing had happened.
She had to admit, grudgingly, that it looked as real as anything she’d ever seen anywhere-or at least it did until the handsome prince stepped on the back of his soon-to-be princess’s dress and tore it half off. She got hold of herself, then turned back to her purely aca¬demic study of the love story going on in front of her. Damned dust allergies kicking up at the most inop¬portune moments. Pippa was sure of that because she’d peeked out into that audience-after she’d dragged her sleeve across her own eyes, of course. It wasn’t long before the pair fell into each other’s arms as if they’d been born for just that moment, their voices mingling in perfect har¬mony, soaring above the orchestra and leaving very few dry eyes in the audience. The handsome prince, ac¬companied by a breathtaking set of strings, was vocally waxing rhapsodic about the charms of the appallingly lovely girl across the stage, while that girl was accompanying his waxing with her own musical commentary about his perfections. She was captive in the darkened wings of a venerable Seattle theater, watching something unde¬niably magical unfold in front of her.
Persephone Josephine Alexander wasn’t one to find herself in those sorts of straits, but she was hardly in a position at pres¬ent to do anything about it.
It wasn’t often that a girl had the chance to get lost in a fairy tale.
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