*First Person's Perspective*
~Diana~
I reclined on the plush velvet couch in my dimly lit bedroom, the warmth of wine sliding down my throat as I took another sip from the crystal glass in my hand. A small, amused smile crept onto my lips as I gazed into the glittering depths of the crystal ball seated on the table before me.
Through its cloudy surface, I watched Enise nervously pace her room, phone pressed to her ear as she spoke to Lucian. The tension in her voice, the frantic look in her eyes—it all brought a sense of satisfaction.
“She’s so predictable,” I murmured to myself, my smile widening.
This ball wasn’t just any ordinary object. It was a gift from a witch I’d crossed paths with years ago, a peculiar but invaluable artifact that allowed me to peer into the past, present, an
