Arthur’s POV
Julianne’s expression softened. “Antonia... She’s officially a witch now,” she said, her voice filled with pride. “She passed the test and we did some kind of ritual together. The coven accepted her.”
I blinked in surprise. “She’s really a witch now?”
“Yes, she is. I couldn’t believe it at first. But she’s got a lot of potential. The magic in her is... strong.”
I smiled, proud of the girl I’d watched grow up. “That’s amazing, Julianne. She must be so happy.”
“She is,” she replied with a gentle smile. “She’s learning fast. I’m proud of her, but I also feel... protective. I want to make sure she’s safe and that she’s not overwhelmed by everything.”
I could see how much Julianne cared about her daughter. It was clear that she wanted the best for Antonnia, just as any mother
