Elisa D´Angelo
Reluctantly, I stepped out of the car that had driven me into the middle of nowhere. There was a small town nearby, a bit picturesque, but in fact tiny.
They looked around. There was a small, charming cottage before me, a white fence surrounding it, and the garden around the house was covered with flowers. It was beautiful and cozy.
A woman walked out of the cottage. "Good night, my dear," she smiled, and the way her smile felt sincere and loving made me relax a little.
"Mrs. Meriweather, this is Elisa D´Angelo... Ms. Elisa, this is Mrs. Acacia Merryweather," The warrior who took me to the cottage said.
"Come, sweetie... let's get you settled," the old woman said, and I nodded.
"Thank you, Mrs. Merryweather," I said, and she looked at me.
"No, no... call me Gra
