IN FRONT of Argent was a cottage made of light red bricks. It had a chimney on top with lines of smoke coming out of it. Colorful wildflowers surrounded the house. Vines grew on the arched wooden door. Two huge trees were planted on both sides of the cottage. It looked straight out of a fairy tale. But what's waiting inside for her was not some fairy godmother but a wicked witch. Or should she call it a wicked wizard since the Pope was male?
Harlequin opened the door of the cottage and gestured for her to enter. He didn't look at the guy and bypassed him. The first thing she noticed inside was not the decorations nor the furniture but the woman standing in the middle of the living room.
