She knew this was going to happen with her daughter coming at her but she didn’t know it was going to be this soon. While she was still staring at her picture, the exact way she looked, her cloak slightly came out of her head due to the wind to let one know the arrival of the rain when some of the village folks who were standing nearby caught sight of a single woman who looked young from where they stood.
Wanting to tease the woman, one of the men in the group of three said,
“What’s the bet she ran away from her house?” asked the man as he chewed something in his mouth.
“Who cares why she ran away. Look at the way she has covered herself, it makes me think what is there beneath all those layers,” another said before going on to say, “Watch me bring her here,” and he walked to where the lady was.
Laurae was still in a rage when she heard a man speak to her,
“Where are your parents?” the woman didn’t bother to respond and ignored him, “Do you have a place to stay? There’s a house that is empty.”
“They are dead,” came the late response from the woman.
The man nodded his head, “You poor thing, come with me. You must be very sad,” all this while Laurae had not turned her face and had been showing only the side of her face. The male looked at the wall wondering what the woman was looking at when he found an uncanny resemblance of the poster and the woman who was in front of him.
He took two steps back and Laurae realized the man had found out. His lips moved but no voice came out. When he finally did, “There’s a wit-” and his throat was slit out immediately to have the man fall down on the floor as blood splattered out from his throat. Laurae ran out of there and the men who were the dead man’s friend started to shout.
“Witch! Witch! Catch her!” causing a ruckus in the village.
The rest of the days, Laurae continued to run from one place to another as there were too many posters being placed in every part of Bonelake. The safest way to leave the land and move to another but she couldn’t do it. Her book was stolen by her very own daughter! She didn’t know how Penelope did it but she was the star of alignment.
Far away from where the black witch continued her search for the book of Garlic, Damien and Penny spent their time in the mansion while having a no go towards the patio.
Penny who had just finished tying her hair into a braid, she moved to the fireplace knowing the weather was going to turn cold and chilly soon with the oncoming rain in the evening. It was noon now and she turned to look at the closed doors of the patio as if something was trying to pull her towards it. Something invisible trying to entice her to open the doors and enjoy the weather.
She was alone in the room as she continued to stare at the wooden doors. She wondered what kind of spell had been placed that the patio had turned risky.
“Milady,” came a knock on the door and she snapped her head around to see the butler standing outside the room with a big box in his hands.
“What is that?” Penny asked him, walking to where he was and lifting the cover of the box to see clothes inside it.
“Master Damien asked me to give this to you. He said to try and let him know about the measurements if it needs any alteration,” these were the clothes that they had asked the tailor to stitch for her. Customizing the dress just as she wanted.
“Thank you, Durik,” she said, taking the box completely from him. The butler bowed his head and left the front door.
Closing and locking the door, she pulled out the clothes that were inside it by placing one after another on the bed so that she could look at it. Women were often seen in dresses that flowed down from their waist to their feet. There were frills and laces and what not to endorse the touch of femininity which was why she looked down at her clothes right now that was nothing like that.
There was pant and shirts along with a jacket if she needed it. There were more than five shirts so that she could switch and wouldn’t need to wear the same ones over and over again. Pants were usually worn by men and there were only a few women who were gutsy enough to wear pants, one of the occasions was where she had seen Sylvia wear it from where she got the idea to change her clothing.
Penny changed her clothes from the dress she had been wearing to the pants and shirt. Tucking the shirt in, she finally buckled the buttons and then wore the jacket which was dark red in color. The tailor man had taken the liberty to design the shirt just as he wanted as Penny had only given him a simple shirt that was loose in her mind. She tried stretching with it. Bending and sitting down, moving her legs and walking around the room to make sure it was comfortable and it was, as the pant wasn’t too tight.
The sleeves of her dress were loose but it tightened around her wrist and there were many pockets and holders to place her weapons in it.
Penny looked completely different from the change of clothes. The girl she knew a year ago wasn’t there in the mirror anymore and it was someone else who stood in front of her.
“Don’t you look ravishing,” Damien commented, who was already in the room without having to unlock the door to get inside.
Penny twirled around to look at Damien who stepped close to her and ran his hands on her waist as it showed the curve of her body, “Did you do any changes to the clothes after we gave the order?” she asked him, because as far as she remembered she hadn’t asked for a holder on her pants or on the black corset which was tied around her upper body.
“I did but God I didn’t know you would look like this,” Damien licked his lips and his eyes met Penny’s, “I think the male enemies will die before you even touch them,” Penny didn’t know how to reply to it.
