Giselle pressed the button on the umbrella and watched in amazement as it opened up. “Is she magical too?” she had to ask. How else would she be able to do something like that? Everything here was fascinating to her.
When a cab pulled over next to them, she looked at Peter. “Are we going to ride in that automobile?” She asked. She didn’t think it looked very safe, but she trusted Peter. “Thank you for being so nice and helpful Peter.” She liked him, he was sweet, even if he tried to act like he wasn’t. Without him, Giselle would probably be in a lot of trouble right now.
The longer she was away from Andalasia, the more she was questioning whether or not she and Edward were meant to be together. But that was silly, of course they were. They’d sang and everything. He’d come and rescue her from this place, wouldn’t he?