Artemisia
I kick my legs nervously as I’m sitting on my little couch, waiting for Ramona to finish changing into her pjs.
She leaves my en-suite with a deep sigh and comes to sit down next to me. “Wow, your mates are totally nice. I really enjoyed dinner. It was so much fun.”
“Yeah, we really have a wrong picture of them where we come from,” I chuckle but she scrunches her nose.
“Nah, I think that they are being so friendly because of you. I guess they would have been ripped me apart just for looking at them the wrong way,” she grins at me, and I laugh, taking a package of sour gums from the small couch table.
“So, let’s see,” she chews on a gummy bear as she takes out her phone. “The witch told you to be wary about who is close to you. Tell me then, who is close to you? Well, exc
