The Wicked Witch of the West was dead. Or, at least that's how the story goes. Glinda the good knew better however. Of course Glinda had believed the rumors too, for many years, until that fateful night when she had gone to the castle in Kiamo Ko. It was then that she learned Elphaba was still alive, and that was also when they had revealed their true feelings towards one another.
Now Glinda stood at the entrance to the castle, her heart fluttering with happiness. She opened the door and stepped inside and soon felt a pair of lips against her own.
"Well, I'm happy to see you too" Glinda giggled after the kiss had ended.
She started to kiss the emerald neck.
"No, Glinda, stop" Elphaba gently pushed her lover away.
"Is something wrong?" Glinda asked, on the verge of tears.
"No, it's just-" she stuck her hands into the pockets of her black dress. "Shit! Where the hell is it?" she started pacing back and forth.
"Elphaba, I have it" said Chistery, handing her a small black box.
"Oh, Chistery, thank you so much" she turned to Glinda, her stomach in knots.
She got down on one knee, and Glinda had tears in her eyes.
"Glinda, will you marry me?" the emerald witch asked.
The reply was an emotion choked, "Yes"