Author's note: this is from Magda's point of view
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I was like a drunkard experiencing a blackout and observing everything that's going on from the third person's point of view.
The last thing I remember was my father walking into the hotel wearing one of his best suits, with a wonderful bouquet of perfect red roses. I thought that red roses are more appropriate for lovers, and since I'm his daughter, pink or white would go better, but I didn't want to be nitpicky about it.
I imagined accepting the flowers and then pointing my father toward Seraphina so that he can give her a good scolding and chase her out of here. Drago would see that she is worthless, and he would be mine.
After all, Drago came here because of me, and Seraphina bewitched him. Once the spell is broken, he will turn to me.
To my horror, my father tried to give the flowers to Seraphina while Drago and John stood in front of her protectively.
What the hell?
