Did that really just happen? I’m Elphaba when Madame Morrible tells her that one day she might get to work with the Wizard. And while the soundtrack from Wicked plays on repeat in the back of my mind, I try desperately not to read into Owen’s reaction or his words. She’s beautiful. How in the world am I even supposed to react to that? I’m not beautiful. I know it. He knows it. So, what the French toast?
