I kept walking around the pond. Diamond trees lined the path, glittering and wishless. Finally I sat on a bench and gazed at the golden light flecking the fountain water. It was such a beautiful setting, such a romantic one. Would it be so bad if Donovan and I had to stay here?

If I had to choose someplace to be stuck, this wasn’t the worst place.

A noise to my side made me jump.

“It’s just me,” Donovan said. “Can you believe this orchard? There are more diamond trees here than in the forest.”

I had noticed diamond trees rimming the pavilion. Apparently more grew in the surrounding gardens.

Donovan’s hand appeared from underneath his cloak, untangling three small twigs. A silver, a gold and one with a diamond hanging from its end. “I didn’t see any ripe wishes,” he said. “Only diamonds.” He let out a small laugh. “That’s a phrase I never thought I’d hear coming from my mouth.”

“Don’t pick anything here,” I said. “We don’t want to set off any owls—and that’s also a phrase I never thought I’d say.”

He turned the twigs in his hand, making them glitter in the lamplight. “How do trees make silver, gold, or diamonds? I can’t wrap my mind around it.”

I ran my finger across a golden leaf, feeling its unbending ridges. “Is it any stranger than the way trees take water, dirt, and sunshine and make those into peaches, pears, and oranges?”

Kailen was right. Magic was all around us. We just didn’t see it most of the time.

Donovan put the twigs back into his cloak. “Peaches are made through science, not magic.”

“As my fairy godmother told me, ‘True magic, like true love, is open to interpretation.’”

“I imagine the chlorophyll in the trees’ cells help.”

I couldn’t comment on that. I’d forgotten what I’d learned in biology about plant cells. Donovan seemed to know more about most subjects than I did, and it bothered me I kept coming up short. I wanted to be one of those people who could talk about any number of subjects. But I wasn’t.

Back on the dance floor, the princesses’ dresses swirled across the room, colors swishing like blossoms in a breeze. Queen Orlaith sat watching them, waiting for their love to cure her trees. So far, the trees didn’t look any different than they’d looked last night.

“What do you think true love is?” I asked.

“It’s walking two miles to an all-night pharmacy to get medicine when your brother is sick.”

I glanced at where Donovan sat, forgetting I couldn’t see him. “You did that for Shane?”

“No, he did that for me.”

And that was why we couldn’t stay here. Donovan would never be happy here, not when his brother needed him.

“We’ll get back,” I said.

“Right.” He didn’t sound certain.

“What’s the first thing you’ll do when you get back home?” I asked so he’d think about happier things.

“I’ll call you to make sure you got back home too. Which reminds me . . . you’d better give me your number.”

I did and then asked for his. Once I’d memorized it, I said, “What’s the second thing you’re going to do when you get home?”

“Am I still on the phone with you?”

“Sure. And we’ve set up a date for next weekend. We’ll do something we’re both good at.”

“What would that be? Stealing? Monster truck racing? Evading the police?”

I nudge him. “No, dancing. Seriously, have you really ever been monster truck racing?”

“There’s always a first.” His cloak brushed against my arm, then his fingers caressed the back of my hand. It looked odd—my hand had vanished. I didn’t move away though. Just that small caress made me want to lean into him and disappear all the way.

“After I hang up with you,” he said, returning to my question, “I’ll buy planting supplies, graft my branches onto a normal tree, and see if they take.”

“I can see wanting silver and gold trees, but the diamond branches? Do you actually want more wishes? They seem a lot more trouble than they’re worth.”

“Wishes, yes. But a tree with diamond fruit would be nice. I’ll pick them before they’re ripe.”

“You never did tell me how you got your wishes.”

He didn’t answer. I didn’t like that I couldn’t see his face, couldn’t read his eyes. “Come on,” I prodded. “It couldn’t be more embarrassing than my experience.”

His clothes rustled a bit, indicating he was shifting on the bench. “Back in Hamilton, I was walking home from my job at the lumber store . . .”

He hauled lumber around. That, I supposed, explained his muscles.

“It had rained earlier,” he went on, “and the night was getting cold. I saw a homeless lady sitting by the building, shivering, so I took off my coat and gave it to her. The next thing I knew the homeless lady vanished and Jade Blossom stood in her place. The rest, you know.”

“You gave a fairy in disguise your coat?” I should have figured as much. That’s how the soldier got his fairy godmother in the story. Still, it surprised me. Impressed me. Living in my suburban neighborhood, I didn’t think about people shivering in the cold. Would I have given my coat to a homeless woman? Donovan had done it even though he had so little.

Donovan squeezed my hand. “I told you it wasn’t going to make you feel better about your own story.”

“But it makes me feel good about you.”

Too good. Melting good. Maybe I wasn’t a reasonable girl after all.

We talked about other things as we sat watching the fountain splash into the pond. School, family, what we planned to do in the future. Donovan wanted to go to college and major in business.

“You’ll go to college?” I asked. “Even if you bring back gold, silver, and diamonds to live off of?”

“Money is gone once you spend it. An education stays with you. Besides, why shouldn’t I know as much as everybody else?”

I opened my mouth to say I was skipping college to work on my music career, but the words didn’t come out. I wasn’t sure about that choice anymore. Suddenly I wanted to know as much as everybody else—or at least as much as Donovan. If I skipped college, would I end up like Jason, only talking about myself?

I could go to college and still work on my music. I could study Bach and Beethoven, learn how different composers approached music, and be well-rounded. And another plus—maybe people would forget about my viral video in four years when I tried a music career again.

“I haven’t decided where to go to college yet,” I said.

“You should visit the University of Cincinnati. In fact, tell me when you go to the campus, and I’ll meet you there.”

“I may need to go there multiple times to consider it.”

Donovan chuckled. “With the gold and silver I’m bringing back, I bet my family could afford a better apartment. Maybe one closer to Kentucky.”

“Maybe one in Greenfield,” I said.

“We should both apply to—” Donovan broke off and he dropped my hand, shifted away from me. I looked at him—again forgetting I couldn’t see him—then glanced around to see why he’d stopped talking.

Queen Orlaith was gliding toward us, as soundless as moonlight on the stone walkway. Her white dress flowed around her ankles like ocean foam sliding over the waves. “There you are.” She held her goblet casually in one hand, apparently unwilling to let it out of her sight. “Why aren’t you dancing with your prince?”

I spoke slowly, careful not to lie. “Jason said he didn’t want to dance.”

She frowned. “Did you fight?”

No lying. “We said some unkind words to each other on the boat ride over.”

“We must only have love here tonight.” She smiled, impatience masquerading as understanding. “Your prince is bereft from the lack of your company. Go set things right. You’ll both be happier.”

I nodded and went back to the dance floor. Jason, far from being bereft of my company, stood at the refreshment table flirting with Penny and Kayla. I could tell he was flirting because my sisters were laughing and chatting to him while their dance partners stood nearby glaring.