Laura waited patiently outside Ella's balcony, the streets below were bustling with people on their way to work.
She hadn't been given a key to enter but anticipated good news from her new companion. Her heart raced with adrenaline, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her dress. The chill in the air mirrored the unease she felt, each passing second adding to her worries about whether or not Ella had been caught.
Soon enough, she spotted Ella walking down the corridor, her dress swishing softly against the floor. The woman was smart enough to ditch the police uniform. Ella's head was bowed, her expression downcast as she dragged her feet. Laura's heart sank at the sight, but she refrained from asking if Ella had rescued the witch. The lack of excitement was an obvious sign.
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