Dearly beloved daughter,
It is my greatest pleasure to extend an invitation for our family’s weekly afternoon tea. It is going to take place in the Strigon Residence, tomorrow, on 26th November, at five o’clock in the afternoon. Please note that participation is mandatory.
With warm greetings,
Viktor Strigon
Okay, I take it back. This kind of is a funeral. A funeral of my free and careless life as a witch with an unknown father. It’s like my aunt jinxed me when she told me it’s a good thing my father doesn’t care about me.
“Is this a joke? Please tell me it’s a joke,” I practically beg Kir as I look up from the paper, sounding completely out of breath.
He still stares at me with the same serious gaze, shaking his head slightly. “I was handed the invitation by Viktor himself. He point
