Chloe
“Oh, my God, Annabeth, you look so good!”
I turned just in time to see all four women sweep in on my mother-in-law like a pack of wolves. One of them hugged her tight, laughing way too loud.
“I know, right? It’s been just a few days, and you’re glowing like you’re barely fifty. You look twenty-five.”
My mother-in-law blushed. She waved a hand like she was being modest, but her smile stretched wider than I’d ever seen. “Oh, stop it, you’re being dramatic. I’m not that young,” she said, but she was absolutely enjoying the compliments.
I stayed a few feet behind, watching the scene play out like some bad sitcom. They were the council of Witches. At least, that’s what I called them in my head.
Bonnie, the one built like a buffet table. Food was her first love, and she'd made that c
