Bianca is the girl who found a tin of sugar in a beautiful, delightful pink bowl.
One day, a girl named Bianca Alicia Mella was exploring her new home. She went in the kitchen and discovered a sugar bowl. It was a creamy pink, glittering gold, and dazzling white.
Bianca was extremely bored, and she had nothing better to do. She slightly opened the sugar bowl and heard a giggle. Alarmed she glanced around and, when she was sure nobody was around, peeked once more into the bowl. A pair of pink eyes stared at her.
She let out a yelp and as she took in the fairy erupting out of the ancient sugar bowl, became incoherent. The fairy leered at her, smiling a crooked grin. "Hello," the fairy trilled, "I am Bianca." And the girl stuttered, " Tha-that's my name t-too..."
"Ah," she nonchalantly replied, "But don't you know? The name comes from all your lady ancestors..."
Bianca could not imagine how the fairy stayed so young all those years. Eager to believe her, amazed at how she could not, Bianca asked the obvious follow-up question: "How did you come to be?"
At this, the fairy's smile faded gently.
"Bianca. I am your namesake. I am the spirit that inhabits this sugar bowl. I make wonderful, gorgeous, beautiful things from this sugar. One day, some craftsman decided to make a daughter for himself. He, like his neighbor Giuseppe, wanted a child. But instead of a wooden son of a puppet, he made a porcelain daughter. And, like Pinocchio, the Blue Fairy came and granted his wish.
"Several months passed, and his porcelain daughter, named Bianca, was weak and chipped. The craftsman, whose name was James, was growing weaker as Bianca did. Finally, a sugar bowl came to James in the mail, and it was his last, desperate hope.
"He... he called to the last person available for this... enchantment, and he called upon Maritza, the household fairy. She was very good at spells, but only the household kind. And then... she bound me to the sugar-
"Hold on a second," interrupted Bianca,"you?!"
"Yes,"the fairy said sadly, "me."
And with this, Bianca spun an outfit out of the sugar in the sugar bowl.
"For you, child. For being my inspiration. I'm calling upon Maritza to ask to change me into a real person."
And with this, Bianca watched as her great-to however many degrees- grandmother smiled and waved.
She flew away into the sunset, and that is the story of Bianca.
