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Courtney and DJ stayed with Bridgette while she recovered from her change. It was only in the morning that she was fully recovered. She was shocked, but sort of...happy. Seeing herself as a human was shocking, but as she thought, she could finally find out some things that she wanted to know. She would have to write them down, but...

"Bridge, Bridge!" Lindsay flew down. "There's something different about you today!" she exclaimed. "Your hair?"

Bridgette frowned sadly. As a human, she couldn't understand a word Lindsay was saying.

"She's saying there's something different about you." DJ explained to her. "She just doesn't know what it is." He turned to the seagull. "Linds, she's been turned into a human. She can't understand you any more. Courtney and I will have to translate for you."

"I'm not sticking around to do something that will be doomed to failure!" Courtney said firmly. "I'm going straight back down to tell Chris and get her out of this deal-" Bridgette started shaking her head and giving Courtney pleading looks, and the brunette continued "And don't look at me like that! I'm only trying to do what's best for you! This will get you nowhere, you need to go back and just...just..."

Bridgette was still giving her a pleading look and Courtney's heart softened. "Just miss your chance for happiness." She sighed. "I'm too nice, but all right, Bridgette. I'll stay around and try to help you find your prince."

Bridgette gave her stepmother a hug, and then they got to work. Lindsay found some sail material lying around, and turned into a makeshift dress for the blonde. It didn't look great, but it was okay. Once that was done, Bridgette tried walking for the first time, trying to get used to her new feet.

Later on, Bridgette would say that she was incredibly lucky. She had known that Geoff lived in the castle right next to the beach, but she had no way of knowing that he was down there that morning on his own. He was still thinking about that humming he'd heard, and the girl...

And that was when he saw the blonde. Hair tangled, wobbly, looking lonely...he had to talk to her. "Excuse me? You all right?"

Bridgette's eyes widened when she saw him. Geoff had seen her! He'd spoken to her.

Geoff saw her eyes light up, and suddenly, felt a tug of familiarity. "Uh...I'm sorry, have we...met?"

Bridgette hesitated, then made a "sort of..." motion.

"You look familiar." Geoff said, scrutinizing her. "Wait...blonde...green eyes...you're that girl! The one who was with me after the shipwreck! What's your name?"

Bridgette, happy at being recognized, momentarily forgot that she couldn't talk and mouthed her name. Then she frowned, and made a motion of writing.

"You can't talk?" Geoff frowned. He knew he'd heard her humming, but Bridgette shook her head sadly. "Oh. You can't be...I'm sorry, I must've been mistaken. So...were you in a shipwreck?"

Bridgette considered how to answer this. Deciding it would make things easier, she nodded, and Geoff, nice as ever, told her to come back to the castle. She could stay there until she was able to contact the people she was on the "ship" with. The former mermaid could only hope that she would be able to come up with an explanation.

The servants at the castle didn't ask questions. The minute Geoff explained what Bridgette had conveyed about her past, she was taken off by a girl not much older than her called Kitty, who helped her get cleaned up and picked out a dress for her to wear to dinner that night. They had a lot of spare dresses for such occasions, handed down from queen to princess.

"What would go well with blonde?" Kitty mused out loud. "Oh!" She pulled out a knee-length gown, with a matching blue ribbon. "Why don't you wear this? Have your hair up in a bun, tied with this ribbon. You'll look gorgeous!"

And she did. Finally, Bridgette was given an iPad to type whatever she wanted to say. First, she wrote down the details and cover story, deciding to keep it simple, but vague. "My name's Bridgette, and I'm sixteen years old. I don't know what happened to me – I guess I was probably in a shipwreck, and I have amnesia. All I remember is my first name and age. I don't know why I can't talk."

This story kept Bridgette safe. She was able to stay at the castle for a while, and at least Geoff would know her name, although he still wondered about her resemblance to the girl who'd rescued him. Maybe he'd heard the humming from somewhere else and Bridgette was the girl? Maybe she had no connection to that girl? He didn't know. All he knew was that the girl who'd saved him wouldn't leave his mind.

Dinner wasn't meant to be a formal thing. The dress was a formality, but really, that was just something that had to be worn around the castle. Geoff's parents were away, but Harold, who turned out to be a manservant and good friend, was going to be there, along with the friend Bridgette had seen Geoff talking to that first night, a noble called Brody. She was worried, but for a moment, she was happy she had an excuse not to talk. There were a lot of questions she wanted to ask, but she didn't want to ask them until she knew the people better.

When the blonde girl arrived in the dining table, Geoff couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked shy, but she was smiling.

"Hi." Geoff said. "You look great." Bridgette wished she could reply verbally, but her smile widened.

The others had already been told her name, so they both went to introduce themselves.

"Hey." Brody greeted her energetically. "I'm Brody." He gave her a light, one-armed hug that the mermaid was taken aback by.

Harold, more formally, shook her hand. "Bridgette, right? I'm Harold."

When Bridgette took her place at the table, she looked down, and instantly recognized the four-pronged object catching the light. She picked it up and began combing her hair, excited to do something she knew about.

Except all of the men at the table looked at her strangely. After a few seconds, she put it back down, wondering what else Lindsay had been wrong about.

Whether Bridgette was the girl from the shipwreck or a different girl entirely, Geoff still couldn't help staring at her. She definitely looked like the girl from the shipwreck, but that girl had spoken to him. And he felt some kind of connection with her. Even with these holes, he did flirt with Bridgette, just a little. But the way he flirted was so clueless that she wasn't sure what he was trying to tell her.

Near the end of the meal, Harold spoke up. "Geoff, why don't you take her into town tomorrow?" He turned to Bridgette. "Would you like that?"

Bridgette nodded eagerly. After all, it would be something new. She was going to make the most of every moment she was on land.

After dinner, she rushed down to the beach to see if Courtney and DJ were still there. They were.

"One of us will stay as close as possible so we can see if the kiss happens." Courtney told her. "Lindsay said she'd watch when you're not near the water."

DJ could tell that his best friend still had a lot of fears running through her head "Don't worry, Bridge." he reassured her. "You'll get through this, kiss or no kiss."

Bridgette typed on her iPad "What about Chris and my sisters? What are you going to tell them?"

"We're going to make sure they can't find us for now." Courtney told her. "Once you've got the kiss, I'll go and explain things to Chris so he has a chance to say goodbye. If you don't, I'm going to have to tell him about the deal you made." She gave a sigh, giving the former mermaid an exasperated but fond look. "You better appreciate the sacrifices we're making for you."

Bridgette smiled a 'thank you'. In spite of herself, Courtney grinned back.

"Now you better go back, before anyone comes looking for you and sees us. We'll be down here again tomorrow, but if you want us, throw three stones into the water without skimming them. We can't risk staying partly above land unless we know you're there. Lindsay will tell us if we can watch your progress somewhere else. Good luck."

Good luck indeed, Bridge! You're gonna need it...