Chapter 12

I turned my look towards the enrapturing lady hung in an energetic red outfit, her eyes sparkling as dull as the night sky. Her untamed hair flowed around her like a wild animal, standing out from her face, which had a supernatural marvel. Close by stood an individual witch, likewise embellished in red clothing. Nonetheless, her face seemed formed, her hair flawlessly organized.
A naughty grin embellished the lady's lips as she tended to us, her voice conveying a demeanor of interest, "Are our little birds plotting a break?"
Jason, showing a rebellious position, folded his arms and countered, "No, we were just examining our supper plans, right, Gwen?" He went to me, looking for affirmation.