Amelie's magic had worn off, hadn't it?
Like Cinderella at the stroke of midnight... Everything reverted back to the way it was.
"Damn it! Why did I go fix my makeup?" I cursed, pounding my desk. "Why didn't I stay and see for myself how that spell broke?"
Amelie, who had just walked in, stared at me in shock. "You weren't having dinner with Allyn and Zara? Why are you here?"
Perfect timing. I threw a punch at the wall beside her, seething. "Even Cinderella's fairy godmother warned her when the spell would end! Why didn't you tell me? You fraud of a witch!"
"What exactly happened?"
After listening to my retelling, the so-called witch looked just as puzzled as I was. "How could this be? He'd promised me..."
"Who promised you?"
"Oh, no one," she said, blinking guiltily. "So, after Al
