There you have it—the end of the story.

The actual happily ever after.

Or is it?

The next day, in Lady Tremaine’s Curl Up and Dye salon, Dizzy was sweeping.

The shop was empty. Footsteps sounded. Dizzy looked up to see royal messengers enter, smiling in pale yellow suits. One handed a scroll of paper to her.

Dizzy removed her headphones, took the paper, and unfurled it. The Auradon crest was at the top, and a typed note with two handwritten lines was at the bottom.

Dizzy read it aloud. “‘His Royal Majesty King Ben of Auradon and his councillor Miss Evie of the Isle hereby request the pleasure of your company, Dizzy Tremaine, for the current academic year at Auradon Prep’!” Her voice grew louder and more excited. “‘Please notify His Majesty’s couriers of your response to this request. We’d love you to join us at Auradon Prep. Will you come?’ Signed King Ben.” Dizzy screamed. She hugged the royal messenger, who beamed. She screamed again. Above, her wicked grandmother banged the floor and shouted, “Knock it off!” Dizzy giggled and smiled. She looked over the scroll of paper again. The messengers turned and marched out.

She ran off to pack.

At long last, Dizzy was going to Auradon.