Note:
Chapter 32 has exceeded 5,000 words—it has reached almost 9,300—so I had to divide The Feast of Freedom into three parts. This is Part 3.
TO NOT seem too suspicious, we went back to the feast and parted ways—I’m alone while Alri’s with the prince—after minutes of planning. We were like geniuses who made a plan in a very short time. The thing is, we are uncertain of success.
I admit I still don’t have much knowledge about making spells, but I guess what Malmina and the other witches taught me is enough.
“Lady Amara,” a voice called me. “Pardon us for not staying with you. We had something to do.” I turned to Josephine and gave her a nod.
“Where is Diana?” Dorothy asked.
“She went back home to her daughter. It’s fine.” I answered in a reassuring tone. They looked at each oth
