Some girls dream about being astronauts. Others want to be ballerinas, veterinarians, or dragon tamers (hey, it could happen). But Bella? Bella dreams in glitter. Not the kind that gets stuck to your elbow for three weeks—though that happens too—but the kind of glitter that sparkles behind her eyes when she thinks about Fanta, her unicorn.

Fanta isn’t just any unicorn. She’s a marshmallow-sweet, rainbow-maned, secret-telling, giggle-snorting best friend who lives in the magical place Bella calls the Meadow of Maybe. It’s a land where trees hum lullabies and bubblegum rivers twist and swirl through cotton-candy fields. And best of all, it’s a place that only Bella can see.

But not everyone thinks this imaginary world is quite so sparkly. Her parents? Supportive, sure—but maybe a little too worried she’s spending more time with Fanta than with the kids next door. Her classmates? Let’s just say unicorns don’t always rank high on the fourth-grade popularity meter. And Bella? She’s starting to wonder if holding onto magic means letting go of real things—like pizza parties, pillow fights, and people.

This is a story about believing in something so hard that it just might be real. It’s about sparkles, surprises, and the fine art of mixing imagination with a little bit of everyday bravery. Oh—and unicorns. Lots and lots of unicorns.

So saddle up, reader. You’re about to enter the Meadow of Maybe. Just be sure to pack your heart, your sense of humor, and maybe an extra pair of socks. Things can get a little wild in there.