Vacation

Betty's P O V

“That bitch!” I yelled and pushed away the flower vase in front of me.

“I think you should calm down, Betty, let's think of a way to heal that wound. I'm sure your father will get furious once he finds the injury.” Emma suggested.

“Yeah, she's right, Betty. Let's find a way to make the scratches disappear.” Ella supported.

Emma came forward with first aid treatment and started treating the scratches while I groaned out in rage.

“That maid. I think she is a witch,” I hissed.

“A witch? Are you sure about that? You know witches are not allowed in our territory, tell your...