CHAPTER 15: SURE, LURE

"Well...what can you say?" Bellezza asked the crow as it rested on her left shoulder.

"I am not believing it myself! I can see that she's convinced from what you told her last time." The crow can't hide his excitement as he said those words.

"That's what I am telling you my dearest crow. I am good at convincing anyone."

"You're indeed the queen of Withermoor."

"My potion is done." She grinned as she stopped looking at the cauldron of potion. It was boiling...