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“Oh,” Paige called in an unsteady voice, “that’s so wonderful. Thanks for telling me.”
“See you in a few hours, pet!” he sang back.
Paige flopped onto her back. “You’re kidding me. This just goes from bad to worse! We have to get out of here.”
“You’re right,” Dewey agreed, still chewing on grapes. “Get out of that dress, and let’s get going.”
Paige sat up with a nod and turned her back to Dewey. “Unfasten it.”
“Ummm.” Dewey tugged at a few strings. “I can’t make heads or tails of this. You’ll have to make a run for it in the dress.”
“What? Dewey! I can’t run in this. It weighs a ton. I look like I belong in the 1980s movie with David Bowie.”
“Who cares how you look?” Dewey said as he flew around Paige and grabbed her hand, tugging at her. “There’s no time for vanity now.”
“This isn’t vanity. It’s practicality!” Paige said as she rose to stand, wobbling under the dress’s weight for a moment. “Okay, never mind. Just fly down and get the bark and bring it back.”
“No can do, Paige,” Dewey said with a shake of his head. “We need to grab the bark at the same time, or else one of us will be stuck here.”
“Oh, come on! There’s no way I can get over the railing in this!”
Dewey grabbed Paige’s hand and dragged her forward. “Gonna have to make do. Come on, Paige! We only have one shot at this!”
Dewey dropped her hand as she reached the railing. He fluttered over it and waved her on. “Come on. You can do it!”
Paige heaved the massive skirt up and stuck her leg in the air. She teetered for a moment before she toppled backward and landed in a heap of fabric. “This dress is ridiculous.”
She groaned as she shimmied back and forth to sit up.
Dewey grabbed her hands and beat his wings hard to pull her to stand. “Team effort. I’ll lift the dress, and you climb up.”
Paige nodded at him as he hefted up the massive amounts of fabric. She reached for the railing, setting her glass-slippered foot on it and struggling to pull herself up.
“Hurry, Paige,” Dewey’s muffled voice called. “I’m dying here.”
“I’m trying my best,” she shouted as she scrambled up and swung her leg over the other side.
She balanced on the edge, clinging to the railing. Dewey let her skirts go, and she flexed her muscles to stay upright.
“Jump,” he shouted.
“Are you crazy? We’re on the second story!”
“The dress will cushion it!”
Paige stared down at the unforgiving grass below.
The doors to the suite burst open, and the seamstress bustled in. “I’ve got just what we need, Your Majesty!”
She stopped dead when she found the room empty.
“Jump,” Dewey hissed.
Paige cringed, wrinkling her nose as she flicked her gaze between the hard ground and the seamstress. Her features pinched, and she let go of the railing, flinging herself forward. She landed in a heap, fabric covering every inch of her. She fought her way out of it and struggled to stand.
“Hurry,” Dewey encouraged as the seamstress smashed against the railing, her eyes wide.
Paige smiled up at her, pressing a finger to her lips.
