“Elise, we could be princesses in a silk tent, like in Aladdin,” Maxzyne whispers, pulling a navy scarf from the rack. She drapes it over her head like a veil until only her eyes show. “Any minute there will be a flying carpet with a prince coming to rescue us!”
“But you’re supposed to rescue us, remember?” Elise reminds her. She reaches over and pulls the tiny gold chain with the bell. Its chimes ring softly. “Maxzyne! Calling Maxzyne!”
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