Ashley's POV 

  “Watch me make the tables turn, brat.” She spat before marching out, and I felt annoyed with myself for feeling sorry earlier.

  “Old hag.” I said under my breath as she slammed the door shut behind her, leaving me to my thoughts.

  Well, at least my clothes were back.

  A little light shone in my expression as I got to arranging my clothes, and then it clicked that I hadn't called Gracie for an entire week.

  Remembering her threat that if I fail to call for a whole week, she'd make sure she finds her way to me by all means, whether I liked it or not.

  At...