Jennifer’s POV
As we are lifted up to the terrace, I notice a sign above the door that reads “Sarah’s Charms” in whimsical, swirling letters.
Ryan and I exchange a knowing glance before entering the house.
As I step inside, I am greeted by the warm, spicy aroma of simmering chai. It wraps me around like a comforting shawl. The room is a delightful hodgepodge of enchantments and eclectic decor. Shelves groaned under the weight of dusty potion bottles and peculiar knick-knacks—a cauldron simmering gently in the hearth, its contents changing colors with a soft bubbling sound.
My curiosity piques at the sight.
“Ah, welcome, travelers! Sit, sit,”Sarah chimes, gesturing to an overstuffed couch that appears as ancient as it is inviting.
“So, what brings you to my humble abode?”Sarah inquir
